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All he could hear was the sand running through his toes. Slowly people began to fall a around him, dropping like flies. There was no hope of saving them.
Not now.
His parents stopped fighting now, they only had enough energy to walk. And that's all they did.

Walk.

They were travelling to what the ancestors called; the Far Lands.

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