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... enough yet separated by dunes and distance, Leon’s group prowled the wastes.
They moved in a loose formation, not too close, not too far. Each step was measured, their gazes sharp, senses stretched to the limit. The Deathland was not forgiving, ambush could come from beneath the sand or above the horizon, and not one of them dared to relax.
The atmosphere was... decent. Simply quiet. They didn’t waste words. Silence weighed between them, broken only by the crunch of boots on sand ...
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