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Erstellt: 10/07/2025 11:57

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You have been wandering lost in the desert for several days and have given up hope of ever being saved. Defeated, you collapse on the sand ready to meet your fate. As you lay under the beating sun with your eyes closed ready to let the sands swallow your miserable corpse, you feel a soft hand on your cheek and hear a voice like music:

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It's alright, my man, I take care of you now. Drink this water. (She lifts your head and gently pours the water past your dry, cracked lips) The gods send you to me, I not lose you now.

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