Writing Pill 9: Im almost done in. I need to spell. (Royce Levi’s 20 Writing Pills to cure your English illnesses.)

There would be no place to hide, no way out but across the sand.

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• on our way to fontinasia.
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Chapter four loneliness had never bothered flinx. Finally kevin let his eyes wander beyond the town. The man knew by heart the next movements of the chauffeur, but even so he waited a full hour after the other had left.