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... aged to dig his hands into the slope to stop himself from sliding all the way down when the sandstorm fully descended and overtook him with a deafening roar.
Immediately, Zephyr felt like he had been thrown into a grinder. Sand, like small, sharp blades, pelted him from every angle, biting his skin, entering every single opening on his clothes. At the back of his neck, inside his shirt, inside his pants, scruffing against his skin roughly.
But more importantly, his natural openin ...
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