The unforgiving sun hung like a fireball high over the shifting and scorching sands blown about in violent hot gusts one moment and then eerily still in another. Here and there sand berms had formed as high as 20 feet, but in the distance they flattened and disappeared, as though they had never existed.
Gradually, about a half-mile away, a dust cloud appeared.
First Lines Contest 2017: Nazilager
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