Mbakwe heaved and leaned on the bamboo door. He allowed his gaze escaped through the window, to behold the racing feet of the of vast land, which chased after them as the two zebras, hurried the chariot down the sandy path. The sun was high up–a matured day–but the passing air made it impossible for the heat to scorch the skin, he could no doubt tell that it was noon, and that soon the sun would start setting.

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