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MAVERICK. You see, one good thing about being on a mission… having no time to think of Baba or self pity. It gives me something better to focus on. Something to work on, other than my pathetic excuse of a life. Something beneficial… We raced through the sand, our boots sinking in with every step. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through me, the rage burning within me. The fear that someone might get hurt again. That my mate could be injured next time. Sisters of the Keep. The Keeper. These are the people or the creatures responsible for the disappearances. It is clear they know we are coming. I squeezed Sherneil’s hand tightly in mine, darting through the small dunes, maneuvering us toward the forest. We needed cover and we needed it fast. Being exposed on flat sand with few sand
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