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... lay dead. Kael rode through a graveyard of small towns—hollow shells of wood and stone stripped by time and scavengers.
A stone marker stood where the road broke apart. DUSTHAVEN, it read—marked on the map as the last supply before Red Rock Canyon.
A lone streetlamp still stood at the edge of town. Something shriveled hung from it, blackened and dried by the wind.
The skies stayed empty, untouched even by vultures.
Just the wind, hissing through ...
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