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... ded the twenty-four survivors until the dune sea became a kiln. No wind. Just the heat haze making the horizon dance like spilled water—a cruel joke for throats packed with sand.
Krug walked at the front. The Shepherd’s Stick was heavy, less a weapon now, more a metronome. *Thud. Step. Thud. Step.*
The column dragged behind him.
They weren’t a tribe anymore. They were a procession of the broken. Hiss’rak, the elder whose leg had been crushed in the raid, wasn’t walking; h ...
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