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RESUMING THE SEARCH
Cornelius looked out at the rain-soaked foliage. In the distance, he could see a meandering river, one that he was sure their path would cross.
“Everything is so green here,” Cornelius said to the person coming up behind him. He hadn’t turned to see who it was. “Do you know what this place is called?”
“I have no idea,” came S’hyrlus’ lilting tone.
Cornelius turned slightly with a grin. “You know, your voice has always made me smile,” he said. “So, are we lost?”
“Not lost,” S’hyrlus said. “Socrates and Suzanne must be traveling quickly. I was hoping to cross their path long before now.”
“Do we know where they are going?” Cornelius asked.
“It appears they are heading to this…Kalif-orn-ia,” Hornsdoodle said, cringing a little that he had answered without thinkin
