Excerpted from Ilad's current writing notebook:
By the time he reached the Jeep, Levi felt half dead. The ache was buried in his muscles, running so deep it sunk to his bones. His eyes prickled with weariness and unspent salt. The air wore his throat raw. His boots were better than nothing, but sand soaks the sun: slowly, it cooked its way through
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