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Time moves much differently on this side of the door.
For instance, the sun is high overhead and it's hot. The minute they step through the door the humidity drops onto them like a wave. The first thing that might be noticed is that they're not in the camp, or for that matter in any sort of recognizable village. It's a world away and apart, a collection of Bedouin huts that, for the moment, are seemingly abandoned.
A wind blows down from the east, intensifying the "Sticky" of their situation. Turning to Spoon, Muldoon's gaze is hard and lean, the land reflected in his eyes, "....Last night I drove as far as I fucking could before I-" turned "...Lost it."
For instance, the sun is high overhead and it's hot. The minute they step through the door the humidity drops onto them like a wave. The first thing that might be noticed is that they're not in the camp, or for that matter in any sort of recognizable village. It's a world away and apart, a collection of Bedouin huts that, for the moment, are seemingly abandoned.
A wind blows down from the east, intensifying the "Sticky" of their situation. Turning to Spoon, Muldoon's gaze is hard and lean, the land reflected in his eyes, "....Last night I drove as far as I fucking could before I-" turned "...Lost it."