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The very first trace of civilization the party saw was the ruins of the desert house.
Buried shallow under the sand lie dozens of skeletons. On closer inspection, the bones are shiny, as if polished by hand. Your cleric cut herself on a grain of sand. She inspected the sand, realizing in terror that each grain is razor-sharp. She turned to the fighter, who gazed at the horizon and said, "The wind is rising." The first sharp nick on his cheek made him realize what was going on. Now, the weathered building ruins are the only thing standing between them and the flesh-ripping sandstorm.
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