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- Sed looked over his shoulder at his companion coming up the slope.
- Jon was picking his way carefully through the shrubs and outcroppings that
- covered this side of the mountain.
- *We'll never make it at this rate,* he thought, but he knew better than to hurry
- Jon. Instead, he took the canteen from his pack and surveyed the country below
- him.
- The lake dominated the view, surrounded by a layer of thick trees which
- quickly gave way to ever smaller copses, and eventually to the shrubs that
- dotted most of the landscape. There were no grasses this far south, only
- dust. And though there were once farmers in these parts, the drought had forced
- them north and east years ago.
- *They'll never come back. Nor will the water.*
- "Can you feel the lake?" Jon stood nearby, following Sed's gaze to the water
- below. He was twenty years Sed's senior, but strength hid behind his wiry
- frame and loose robes. Jon was not slow for lack of energy.
- "Yes." Sed paused. He could feel it strongly. "It's dying."
- He waited a moment before turning back to face the slope. The mountain ahead
- glared red in the light of the setting sun. But he knew they were close. *Jon
- knows it too.*
- There was a dry breeze from the southeast which blew up dust in small clouds and
- pushed Sed forward. His cloak was covered in a thin layer of red-brown, and
- he knew that without the cloth that covered his face his throat would be coated
- with dirt.
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