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After an arduous two-week march through the desert, Kamira could hardly drag her feet. Veelk set an unforgiving pace again, committing every night and most days to traveling with only a few hours of rest when the sun was highest. Kamira didn’t argue. The farther they got away from civilization, the less likely the destruction would reach it, so she endured the trek, even though every breath she took burnt as if the air itself was fire. At the same time, with every dune they scaled, she questioned why that dune didn’t suit their needs, and each time Veelk replied with a mention of particular ruins that were ideal for an ambush, so they kept going. There was no denying that solid ground would be better to ensure their plan succeeded, and regardless of the heat, she shivered at the though
