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The sun beats down on a sea of silica.
Despite this, it is cooler than the average American city during a summer heat wave.
A warm breeze brushes grains of sand from the crests of dunes, carrying the faint scent of ozone.
i hate sand, but i'll put up with it for tentacles
Those sure are some dead ants.
It does indeed look like she killed them all with her spell.
The ant corpses lay still, and no new ants appear.
tale-of-temptation
Okay, good.
Mira takes a breath.
"East."
Mira turns and resumes her jog toward civilization.
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