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	<title>Ommatidia &#187; Alik</title>
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		<title>Amahl</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Brendan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ten days&#8217; ride into the desert, Amahl begins to see the shimmer: onion spires and the hint of winter, muffled silhouettes, light from half a world away. He fixes his eyes and dismounts to scoop sand into the first pouch. Back in the city, he sells the pouch to Alik for three golden knots. &#8220;It&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ten days&#8217; ride into the desert, Amahl begins to see the shimmer:  onion spires and the hint of winter, muffled silhouettes, light from half a world away.  He fixes his eyes and dismounts to scoop sand into the first pouch.</p>
<p>Back in the city, he sells the pouch to Alik for three golden knots.</p>
<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s just sand,&#8221; says Alik dubiously.</p>
<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s your city,&#8221; Amahl replies.  &#8220;Put your hand in the bag and close your eyes.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Fine, but if this doesn&#8217;t wo&#8211;&#8221; says Alik, and vanishes.</p>
<p>Amahl watches the ground where he stood for a while, then packs his stall for home.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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