Silently he approached, ignorant still to the nature of the heap laying upon the sand. Mildly curious, he walked up closer, and stopped. He could tell it was a foreigner by the clothing, but the fickle wind had dusted it with a fine layer of sand, hiding more details. Staring impassively, he leaned over to push the body so that the face was shown.
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