The Trackless Desert, Chapter 3: Wingboy by ElleShaped, literature
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The Trackless Desert, Chapter 3: Wingboy
It had been almost two months since the planting, and it had not rained once. The summers were always hot and dry here in the forest, so close to the savannah, but it had never gone for so long without so much as a drop for as long as Ailin could remember. Even the stream was feeling the effects, less than half its usual depth remaining, its waters muddy and sluggish instead of the clear and swift torrent it so often was. Auntie Nem said that this meant the mountains, too, were not receiving their rains. Ailin wasn't sure if she believed her – the mountains were almost a hundred miles away, after all, and it seemed unthinkable that some