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If you cannot see your own tracks in the sand, it is already too late.

And the traveler? They blink. They turn. They walk directly toward the nearest Dunefeet, whose wooden arms now seem like shelter. If you cannot see your own tracks in

“You are almost home,” she says, though no one ever arrives. They turn

But there is worse than Dunefeet. There is the . But there is worse than Dunefeet

No one knows if the Manipulator was once human. They wear a cloak of woven hair—strands from a hundred lost pilgrims. Their hands are long, fingers too many, knuckles reversed. They carry six objects at all times, but the sixth is always changing. Today, it is a pair of .

Some say the Manipulator was once an Angel. Others say they were the first Dunefeet—the one who learned to move again by severing their own roots. But the oldest whisper is this:

The Manipulator finds the Angel’s victims just before they turn into Dunefeet. They sit cross-legged in the sand and speak softly: