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At the heart of the Ruby Mountains, a sweep of gold floods the valley floor. Every leaf catches light differently — flame, honey, ember — the landscape shifting like memory itself. The first snow dusts the ridges, but below, autumn burns on.
At the heart of the Ruby Mountains, a sweep of gold floods the valley floor. Every leaf catches light differently — flame, honey, ember — the landscape shifting like memory itself. The first snow dusts the ridges, but below, autumn burns on.