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The Cutting Edge

On I slogged, boots slip-sliding in loose sand, calves killing me, up the face of the giant dune. Then, sliding, rolling, tumbling down the steep downwind side. My suit's AC loudly gurgling, battery critical, sweat dripping down my face, I started up the long windward slope of the next dune. Nary a footprint did I see to interrupt the ripples that marched up to the crest. Where was the ship?! I didn't think they'd dropped me so far out. We'd been crammed into the capsule for months, tempers ran hot, but c'mon!?

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