Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

And just like that, Disa was Verapaz - stamped and ready for processing. She liked the simplicity of it.

Kemal returned to the darkness - to sleep, to patrol, Disa wasn't sure. She spent a little time walking the border by herself in the pitch dark, following her nose from rock to cactus and on until sleep tapped her on the shoulder and asked what the hell.

Disa fell asleep on a stone slab and dreamt of bison.