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... as uneven and cracked, like wreckage left after some long storm. A faint wind scraped dust across the surface. The air carried no scent, no sound except his own breath.
He pushed himself up slowly. His arms felt heavy, his head hollow.
Beside him lay the sword the village man had given him, the same blade meant for the sacrifice. Its dull metal caught the strange red of the sky.
Another dream?
He blinked, expecting the scene to fade as his mind cleared. The place ...
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