"You are sure?"
The wind blew from inland, carrying the heat and the dry dust from the Savannah and points far west. The height of summer had yet to crush the land in its inevitable grip, but already the hints of a brutal season were easy to see.
"Sven," Mero replied with a touch of annoyance...
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