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From where she lay on the floor, Morgan could see all the way to the hole in the roof of the cave. The sun had dropped in the blue sky, but the harsh desert light still cast shadows within. The vast central pillar stretched almost to the top, only a few feet from open air.
Perhaps it was close enough for her to climb out, or at least get a signal on the phone.
Morgan took a deep breath, feeling the ache in her chest from the fall as well as the earlier accident, the exhaustion in her body from the scuba dive and the adrenalin hangover from the rush of the day. In her twenties, she could have shrugged off the physical pain, but now … perhaps she was getting too old for all this. Perhaps she should have stayed at Oxford University and followed the academic route after leaving Israel.
