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Thorne froze in the dense vegetation as the cries of birds reached his ears. All around him the jungle was screaming in terror at the presence of danger.
“What is it?” Cameron asked. He and Bwanbale stood shoulder to shoulder behind Thorne.
“Thorne hears the jungle in a way no one else does,” Bwanbale whispered.
“Eden,” Thorne said. “The birds see her. Holt has her, and many men are with him. They’re heading northeast.”
“Toward Ntungamo?” Bwanbale asked. “That is a city past the forest.”
“No, they are headed toward the white rock—the plane crash. But first they must pass the falls.”
“Falls?” Cameron asked. “I didn’t see any waterfalls on the map, except Murchison Falls much farther north.”
“There are things in the jungle no mapmaker has ever seen,” Bwanbale explained. Isabelle a
