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The Story
The crossing that gave shape to what came after.
The body went across wrapped in leather and heavy cotton, every layer hardened by heat and sweat, the canvas dusted grey. Each step sank deep into sun-burnt sand and took the last of the body's strength. The air tasted metallic and was dry enough to cut. The horizon repeated one line, a shimmer at distance with no shift and no break in it.
Then the sun dropped and the wind cooled. From the crest of a dune the sky turned into metal and fire. A faint trace of green moved through the cooling air, carried on the wind, and a distant cool light came down behind it. That was reason enough to keep going.
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