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Simply PutHeat Surely this is the devil's parlor. The baked landscape leads farther than my fading will. How long have I been governed by the law of this heartless red world? The beast that carries me labors to breathe. I dismount. Blowing sand finds its way through my keffiyeh, stinging my eyes. I am surrounded by endless dunes. I fall to my knees and lift my hands to the sky. Check the window. No sun yet. She wasn't there last time. I look toward the door, it's almost shut. Who shut it? Delmon and the Dragon.
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