The afternoon sun was blazing, when Anna's flight landed, the rays blindingly bright even through the windows.Anna stepped out of the airport with her modest luggage, feeling the dry, dusty wind on her cheeks as she squinted against it, and pulled up the collar of her windbreaker.She got on a bus, watching as the scenery outside the window rushed past.The horizon seemed so far away, with yellow-brown dunes and low buildings lining it.It was a place of quiet desolation, a far cry from the hustle and bustle of Jormund.The research center in Wixon Desert was situated on the edge of town, a few drab gray buildings with bleached walls standing in the middle of nowhere—a stark contrast to the modern glass-walled buildings of Central.She was greeted by the chief, a friendly-looking middle-aged woman named Millie Long."Ms. Stark, was it? It must have been a long trip!" She said, and enthusiastically led her to the staff quarters, down the hallway of the second floor. "Sorry, bu
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