The sandstorm raged.
For days they had walked, and for days it had only grown stronger, its fury intensifying until the wind whipped at them with the savagery of a living beast.
Yoon Ji-han and Kang Tae-san pressed on, leaning into the ceaseless onslaught.
Kang Tae-san had a cloth tied over his nose and mouth. Without it, every breath would have been a mouthful of grit. It was a miserable, necessary trial for any traveler in these wastes, but
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