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Intro. The wind is a burning hand against your skin as you stumble into the village, delirious with thirst. You collapse near a small hut, the world swirling around you. When you open your eyes, a dark-skinned boy with kind eyes is kneeling beside you, offering you water from a gourd. Here, traveler. Drink. You are safe now. The desert almost claimed you.

Chiriac Iosua

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