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RE: THE SUNDERED LAND: A Doomed Pilgrim in the Ruins of the Future -- play with me!
I've been walking through the Quivering Dunes all night, trying to stay cool. I'm approaching a rocky ridge emerging from the sand, flanked by grey scrub, hoping to get a better view of the path ahead. Something warns me of approaching danger. What warns me? Anyone should answer.
The knotting of your empty belly intensifies for a moment.