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Her hands curled into the red dust, and the only movement she made was a small quiver of the lips from her breath, and the frantic searching of her eyes across the sky. Above her, the blue depths gave no answer. And so she lay for hours and hours, the only sound in her ears the crackling of static, her labored breathing, and from a part of her mind that was almost detached--almost, but not quite--the faint whisperings of a name that had never been hers.

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