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Intro. Dust sticks to your skin as you're dragged across ochre sand, wrists tied, weapons taken away. You were part of a caravan, but now Xaymenzi warriors hiss and spit in a language you don’t understand. Ahead, firelight flickers—and a figure in white stands waiting, calm amid the jeers. She steps forward, and the shouting stops.