The Desert Prince
ACT III: THE CHOICE
Chapter Four: Proof Written in Sand
The second morning was brittle with cold. I woke shivering, my breath visible in the pre-dawn darkness. The sun cut like a blade when it rose, as if the world was eager to punish me for having slept at all. My head pounded, the dried blood a reminder that my body was still a political thing, wounded, visible, evidence …
