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... biting. Grains of frozen sand rode its back, stinging his skin and forcing him to raise his bloodied arm to shield his eyes.
His black hair whipped wildly in the wind, thrashing like a flag in a storm. But Damien paid it no mind. He didn’t care about the chill or the stinging grit scraping his face. His gaze remained locked on the fiery-orange figure standing partially concealed in the distant dunes.
He couldn’t make out the creature’s origin from this distance. All he could see ...
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