Miriam trudged through the endless dunes, her throat dry and her heart heavy. The burning sun reflected her inner turmoil. She thought of the city she had left behind, the stifling expectations, and the judgment she faced for being unmarried. Her chest tightened with anger, the injustice of it all stinging her more than the desert wind.
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