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... standing at the ragged, shimmering edge of the Cursed Plains. The air was dry enough to parch a camel, the sky blindingly blue, and the ground ahead… flat, endless, and miserable, the kind of place that screamed bad idea.
Everyone was packed and ready.
Well, "ready" in the same way a drunk is ready to argue with a lamppost, which is to say, mostly by showing up and hoping for the best.
Raikya was in front, perched astride Frostlick like she'd been born in the saddle. Pene ...
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