Dry air stung his nose. He opened his eyes and squinted up at a red sky. His crew’s confused groans reassured him that wherever he was, at least he wasn’t alone. Jaren rose, brushed off his coat, and surveyed his surroundings. Undulating sands stretched between sheer mountain ranges that faced each other from opposing horizons. Their faces were a dingy grey, like snow beside a busy road. The rapid crunching of footsteps alerted Jaren that someone was approaching. “Are you satisfied now?” Stochman asked. He was winded, but his voice had lost none of its hostile shrillness. “This isn't the time,” Jaren said. “We should figure out what happened and what to do next.” “I'll tell you what happened. They took the ship! Your thoughtless blunder got most of our people killed, and the rest stranded.” Jaren shook with rage. “You’re blaming this on me?”
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