Riding the Sandworm

Finally, there it was. When we climbed to the top of the wagon, tired but excited, unsteady as our feet sunk in the heap of iron that filled it to the brim, my friend Ammar and I congratulated each other, our faces lit by the faint glow of each other’s headlamp. It was almost midnight… By Michael Huniewicz.

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