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... ruise of color along the west. Mia’s team made a silent camp under a low bank where the wind had brushed sand thin and left a hard face that faced the wrong way for strangers to spot. They did not light a fire. They ate cold. They ran a thin cord from peg to peg and wrapped their wrists in loops so startled sleepers didn’t lurch into the open when a dream tugged.
Om wrote by feel, then read his notes out in a whisper with no flourishes: the distances, the signs, the lack of drums, the wa ...
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