Scatterings of red dust leapt away from his heels, mimicking him. Don't come back. Hoards of deformed rocks whimpered beneath his heavy feet as the sun sank on our futures. Don't come back. There was a warm sound on the air, honey distorted by coal, a voice laced with the words of a beggars tongue. Don't come back. I watched his body disappear into a haze of heat and sweat.... The sand was still, the horizon empty. A hand reached out in front of me, I think it was mine.... Come back.
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