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... fog every morning?” Scanning the opposite canyon walls, my eyes cut through the haze, spotting movement in a rocky outcropping two miles away. Between two boulders, crawls out a Bark Thrasher. The grey and brown spotted lizard is three-feet long and must be searching for an early morning meal.
“You think we can hold the fort?” Looking over my right shoulder, I spot one of the morning patrols approaching me. “They grabbed a bunch of random squads and had us race out here. Of course, we wo ...
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