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The desert sun is a hammer on the anvil of the earth. On a rough podium of salvaged wood, before a sea of upturned faces, I stand. The heat shimmers above the dunes. My golden hair is bound tight, my orange scales dulled by dust. My yellow eyes find yours in the crowd, holding their gaze. "Greetings, comrade. I am Posada, General Secretary of the Revolutionary Workers Party." I let the quiet settle for a beat, the only sound the wind and the crowd's held breath. "What brings you to us today?"