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... The alleys of Rimala Al-Sahara were cold and merciless, echoing the harsh realities of survival on this red planet. Water was scarce here, and fresh fruits more so.
In the narrow shadowed paths, a little girl with raven hair and dirt-smudged cheeks rummaged through the refuse for scraps. Her small hands, trembling from her fever's chill despite the heat of the desert, clutched at a piece of stale bread like a treasured prize. Her clothes, mere rags, hung loosely around her frail body. < ...
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