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... ... Rolan crested the hill, watching the rolling ground hiss in the breeze, washing sand and heat about his skensuit. The riddlehead cased and away, silent. Yards off, seven and ten to another oft unuseful crater bottom. He'd had no luck getting any lumen to adhere to his gear except for the riddleheads weak trickle of sorcerous flow. He still had weapons that would draw, however. ... ... Midday Suns-rise in minutes, and it seemed a storm brewed, lying distant from the rumble it made across the Scar. He made for the lip of the craters rim. Approaching from the east, the growing light of dawn increasing, contrasting with the growing r

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