Redsand Canyon proximus

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when fennec was gone, the chill remained in the air and it was not the refreshing gust of winter. 

for a long while germanicus was still as though carved from the earth itself.

he had not expected this and yet he had not avoided it. the months with he and fennec had taught him that she prized directness. and so he had directly entered an argument and not a frank discussion.

would his wife come to regard him with the same scorn as arsenio?

he turned and melted into the opposite landscape, heart a dulling thud.