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Whumptober Day 31: The action clear, they were leaving Nicolò to rot in the heat of the desert sun. “You cannot!” Yusuf shouted, voice desperate and raw. They couldn’t leave Nicolò, the poor man would be lost in the ever changing landscape of the desert. He tugged against the rough hemp rope bound tightly around his wrists, ignoring how it sloughed his skin with every vicious jerk. He ignored the bite of the sword against his throat and pleaded, “Even as a deadman you can still garner a ransom for him!”My collection of one shots for Whumptober 2020.

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