The wind blew continuously that day, filling the sails of
their desert skiff and sending them flying across the dunes. The riders grew
sore from holding the safety ropes; their pace made the sandship rattle and
bounce, and it would be difficult to stop if someone fell out, assuming you
survived the fall. The wind stayed true the whole day and they covered many
miles. The sun had just started to turn the smooth dunes red when the wild
spires of the ancient city, their destination, began to show on the horizon, as
though rising out the very desert itself.
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