Zafir's troop had been marching for hours. It didn't make any sense. At first, the scenery and landscape changed. But in the last 6 hours, there had been no changes, almost like they were going in circles.
They hadn't rested for the day because it was vital that their cargo get to its destination. Zafir looked out to their left. Why didn't they make any left turns? Cutting across the line, he made his way to the end. When he got to the end of the line, he found himself back in ranks on the march.
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