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Zerzura

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     My eyes could be playing tricks on me. I didn't know. Lost for a week in the desert it seemed impossible that I was still alive. I tucked the shirt against my face, blocking out the sun as I squinted at the two black pillars that gleamed at the edge of the dune.
     God, another dune.
     Climbing the bastard would be worth it if there was a city on the other side, or anything else for that matter. Anything but sand.
     My hands dug deep into the hot white ground as I crawled inch by painful inch to the top.
     The dry heat of the desert tried to chock me, and I gasped for breath before collapsing at the peak and stared at the dust covered stone.
     Ancient and black, two statues stood tall and strong. Stern black faces stared straight into my soul. Beyond the stone guardians a city of opalescent white shone beneath the sun, beckoning me even as the guardians warned me; once I entered that city I would never leave.