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Chapter 7
low-brown earth. It left behind a
e, vibrating painfully through Ariel's wrist. Her pa
raised the hoe again. She s
re burning. She gasped for air, her
a second. She stumbled backward, her back hitting the r
orting. He was at her side in two stride
at her hands. Two large, bloody blisters had
dark, violent fury aimed at the cruel w
d, his voice low
ripped the handle of the hoe. Secretly, he channel
t, becoming an extension of
ed. Chunks of dirt crumbled a
him. Her mouth fell open in su
the hoe, wiping sweat from his forehead, faking a harsh
iel stared at her torn palms.
d an incredible tolerance for pain, a stubborn resilience forged in the harsh wasteland. She tore off a clean strip from the hem
urned soil. She scooped up a handful, closing
tiny spark of life. It could be saved,
owder," she instruc
ul of the white dust and began t
hose broad-leaf vines, and any rotting leaves you can find under the
e and walked toward th
l dropped to her knees. She plunged
lods of earth, mixing the scattered shell powder into the lower layers. Her muscles screamed, her breath coming in ragged gas
ay on the ground, her clothes soaked with
smoggy sky. A real, bright
She grabbed a handful of dry grass and began wiping the di
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