Yoon Ji-han chewed thoughtfully on a strip of jerky. It was the dried meat of a Geo-gak-su, cured by the desert itself. Wrapped in cloth, the flesh had shriveled as the arid air leeched it of all moisture, leaving behind a tough, lasting jerky. A faint gaminess clung to it, but that was a small price to pay for a full stomach.
He had plenty, nibbling on a piece whenever hunger gnawed at him. It was far from a lavish meal, but it provided the
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