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The Line

Do not cross that line. Go right to the edge, back away survive to draw another line another day. Sand is unreliable, it shifts perspective makes lines squiggle, disappear come back red with blood. Every blustery vortex has an invisible line that runs through it, an ancient dragon drew that line and it is still waiting and watching for you to step blindly over it.

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