The curse of the painted cliffs
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An ore - wagon creaking over a desert road, going at a snail - like pace, heading for a jumble of bright - hued, rock - ribbed hills. The land a desolation of sand, harsh sage, cactus, which rattled like paper in the heat - laden breeze. The sky a brassy dome, almost green in its intensity, out of which flamed a sun.
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