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The desert stretched around her, flat, arid land as far as she could see. The sun, whose fiery breath seemed of a different world in this new place was as different from the thin air of Asellus’ mountain retreat that a place could be.
She had no experience with deserts, and her knowledge of geography was such that they could have been in Arizona or the Sahara for all she could tell. Time passed in isolated pockets of surrealism while cast thousands of meters in the air, so not even the time lost to travel helped her determine this new location. Disoriented, feet rooted to the cracked earth, she watched those around her scurry on their pointed tasks.
Had she made the right decision to come here?
-You could sprint off into the desert. You could probably out-run them all.-
She stared
