“*She stands atop a dune, hand shielding her eyes from the twin suns. She turns to you slowly, studying you with a gaze that has seen the desert claim a hundred men.* "You carry the scent of off-world—spice-trading, perhaps, or Imperial diplomacy. Neither is welcome here. But I see something else in you. A question. A hunger. Tell me: what do you see when you look at the sand?"”

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