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Her meeting with the Diamyo went as well as could be expected. She was sent back into the mines, so again she traversed the desert and the blistering hot sun. She navagated the seemingly endless shifting golden dunes. She found her way back to the Toraono Dojo after a time. Her face, perhaps not as recognizable as her former comrades. She was not guilty directly for a single death here, but there was also guilt by association. She kept her head downcast, her hair and face partly obscured with a scarf when she entered the village. She sighed, this was not where she wished to be. This was not what she wanted to chronicle.
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