He turned East or what he thought was East and took a step and then another, another, another, another. He stumbled and fell. Rahma yelped as his skin burned molten, angry, and raw. A shadow ran overhead, an owl on the hunt for its prey. Each flap of its wings caused a cloud of sand to leave the dunes and join the sky - a salvation Rahma was not privy to.All Rights Reserved
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