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"Are you tired, Zaid?" a voice asked. It was an elder, his back bent but his eyes bright with a fire that hunger couldn't dim.

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"Hunger is a heavy companion," Zaid admitted, touching the stone tied to his stomach to dull the cramps. "But the song of the Prophet gives us strength." "Are you tired, Zaid