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... hing. The dunes grew harsher, their curves sharper, the sand darker where mineral veins surfaced near the top. Travel slowed, not from exhaustion but from caution. The land here bore scars that didn’t belong to wind or time alone. Long fissures split the ground at irregular angles, some narrow as a blade’s edge, others yawning wide enough to swallow a caravan. From their depths rose a faint distortion in the air, like heat haze layered over something colder.
Lindarion adjusted their cour ...
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