The Park: Mid-afternoon Monday

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The park was quiet, despite the reunion strangeness that was currently happening around the island, when a strong gust of wind whipped through it, sending the scent of spices and heated sand swirling around the tree trunks.

When the wind cleared, there was a blond woman standing in the middle of the park, looking torn between being mildly perturbed and highly amused, a single bag at her side. 

"Leto Atreides, I don't care if you are the God Emperor.  You are a dead man."


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