Chapter 3: Reconnoiter
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He hated her.
She wasn't even conscious; yet being near her drove away the howling whispers of mother, he felt more alone now than he ever had.
He glared and wished her death, even as his precious sand, habitually drenched in blood, caressed her unresponsive body, almost lovingly, and he was revolted.
If he had any say she would be out there, the desert slowly burying her, filling her lungs with its elemental sands and before she could regain consciousness she wouldn't be.
He told himself the only reason she was still alive was because their teacher had gone soft.
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