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"Hey, maybe we should, you know... move back a bit?" Zoka stammered, staring at a massive fissure no more than ten centimeters from his feet. His hands, clenched tightly around his jitte, were pale with tension, and cold sweat trickled down his face.
"For once, I agree with the Navy," Arlan muttered, nodding stiffly as sweat beaded on his own brow.
Neither side said another word, they simply turned and bolted into the desert, each group scattering toward the nearest ta ...
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