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   Dust. Nothing but dust. The road that lay ahead was dry and desolate. It had been getting hotter and drier every year now for at least five years, but this year was by far the worst yet. The warm breeze gently stirring the still air was a relief to Altor. The stillness of the air, of the entire world that surrounded him, had irritated him the entire trip. If only he had a little water... But he couldn't, he had to spare the water for the baby that was lying in his arms, after all, the point of this trip was to get the baby to town so that it could be claimed by the mother,and what good was a dead baby?