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The shrieking wind whipped and stung exposed flesh, driving sand into everyone's eyes and mouth, and into the smallest crevices of the best desert burnooses. For five days, the sandstorm had pummeled nerves and will. The water was rapidly disappearing, and all feared to sleep, lest the storm bury them beneath the drifts. Prayers were offered up to distant deities, spells of protection where cast, and more speculative strategies were discussed. But to what end? No one would say it, but everyone knew that they were doomed. Suddenly, someone snapped. She began to scream, to cry, to beg. She called out over the howling sands, offering up every last bit of the nothing she had. And the storm answered...
"Yes."