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... es winding like a dragon, stretching all the way to the distant horizon.
18:00
The setting sun dyed the gravel plains of the Gobi Desert a rusty red. Fine grains of sand shimmered like tiny golden scales in the twilight, only to be whipped into a flowing red tide by the sudden north wind. It carried pebbles crashing into half-buried oil drums, producing hollow echoes.
On the United Convoy Train, over four thousand people were rushing to prepare for the coming night.
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