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For now, I'm drawing the 10th episode; the book version of the story is temporarily on hold. I'll return to prose once I've drawn at least a couple of pages to alternate.
For now, the book version remains exclusive to subscribers of the channel.

— Oh, come on!
Lyra squatted down and deliberately turned away. "When will this ever end?" she thought. The wind wouldn't let up, the sand buzzed and sang its ancient song, the day never seemed to end, the sight of the rocks had become tiresome, and Harim's company as well. The girl sighed as loudly and sadly as possible and fidgeted, trying to get comfortable. But this didn't attract Harim's attention, who continued crawling on the floor trying to gather the spilled contents of the vessel. Lyra even began to feel slight pangs of conscience—the Soliet always did any work very diligently and patiently, and maybe she shouldn't have gotten so worked up over that shaggy shaitan. She glanced warily at her second companion. Kuz was peacefully dozing nearby, having comfortably tucked his legs under him, and even seemed quite cute—as if that incident an hour ago had never happened. And how could he so unambiguously inform her that he not only figuratively but also quite literally couldn't care less that she was a "white goddess"? Harim then spent a whole hour cleaning her up and calming her down, and now he was busy cleaning, while this beast was calmly resting with that charming smile of his!
Lyra pouted and wrapped herself tighter in her travel cloak. The wind's song was lulling, the heat made her drowsy, and the crevice was bright and actually not so bad. But she couldn't fall asleep due to growing anxiety: the bracelets were resonating more and more, the vibration gently echoing in her wrist, signaling that the owner of one or even several keys was nearby. Was someone moving through the desert in a sandstorm? The girl swallowed and pressed her hand to her chest in an attempt to calm the unpleasant sensations. All she could do for now was avoid encounters with other gods. And the prospect of facing a rival face to face in an open space frightened her even more. Better to get to the city as soon as possible—there, the likelihood of an attack was significantly lower.
— Harim! — she called in a whisper. — My keys are resonating.
The Soliet put down the vessel and straightened up, gripping the hilt of his dagger. An uneasy silence fell.