The City of Square Stones
I. The sandstorm came out of the east, as it always did in the season of rust. It rolled across the desert floor in a wall of ochre dust, grinding everything in its path into smaller and smaller pieces until even the pieces forgot what they had been. Kael adjusted his protective scarf and walked into the storm. Ahead of him, the desert gave way to something that was not desert. The sand...
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