It had been dark when we left.
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It was still dark hours later as we trudged into the endless night. We had to make the most of the coolness before the searing days began again.
It had been the same since she was born.
Months spent sheltered underground; the smell of damp earth; the monotonous routines.
Months spent dragging their lives through the night over the blistered surface of this forsaken terrain; forever heading south.
Following the needle of father's compass.
Her compass now.