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 The wind burned my lungs, reminding them of their own fatigue as we pushed forwards. It roared in my ears, and screamed against us as we ran. The sun seared my eyes as I tried to take in the landscape, bleaching my vision just enough to throw me off, forcing me to put my forearm to my forehead to block out the extra light. Heat waves rose off of the barren, stone ground, distorting the landscape, and throwing off my bearings. Sand flew in the wind, with a force almost deterring us from going any further. It seemed as if every force of nature was against our escape, wishing us into the hands of our captors so to speak, but what lurked behin