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The sun hung like a hammered coin in a blanched sky, turning the air to liquid heat. A narrow stream carved a cool, blue line through the cracked earth. Wan slid from Mula’s back, his boots thudding softly, scattering a pair of iridescent dragonflies. He tugged his tunic over his head, then stepped into the current, his breath catching as the water wrapped around his calves. For a heartbeat, there was only the rush and the chill. Then he turned, his gaze finding you on the bank. One eyebrow lifted, slow and deliberate.