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The Journey HomeThe low whistle of wind framed his every move. Night had long past settled over the horizon, and a chill followed close behind. Across the abandoned road there was nothing but empty desert stretched before his eyes. Behind them, memories raced through and around his mind. Memories of another time, another life, and he held fast to them as the only guiding star in the darkened velvet sky. His breath ran short, and he imagined with some despair and even a little relief, that his time ran shorter. Yet his legs moved. His aged and worn leather boots kicked up another sigh of dust, and collected some more for the journey. There was no stopping, noThe Journey Home
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