Chapter 70: A Strange Urge
The biting, parched desert air, a constant, choking presence, and the relentless sandstorms that seemed to beckon death with every swirling grain. The sun, a malevolent eye in the sky,…
The biting, parched desert air, a constant, choking presence, and the relentless sandstorms that seemed to beckon death with every swirling grain. The sun, a malevolent eye in the sky,…