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As the sun began to dip, casting mile-long shadows across the basin, the wind picked up. At first, it was just a low whistle through the gaps in the rocks. But as Elias rounded a sharp bend where the road narrowed to a sliver of dust, the sound changed. It became rhythmic, like a soft, melodic chant echoing off the sandstone.

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Someone was waiting for him. Elias took a breath, tasted the salt and dust on his lips, and began to climb. He wasn't just looking for a legend anymore; he was looking for the truth about why his father had never come back from this road. As the sun began to dip, casting mile-long