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The cave was dark and murky, and it smelt strangely of decayed meat and dried grass, which was strange as there was no sight of any greenery for miles. Mr Evans sat on a small rock he had spotted close to the entrance, the end of his turban drawn over his nose and mouth. Mansoor stood in the corner with Kazeem, conversing in hushed tones. The cave was so small that, if it wasn't for the furious wind blowing past the entrance, their conversation would have been very audible to everyone in the cave. The horses were huddled together at the other end of the cave, their heads bowed against the occasional gust of wind which swept in bits of sand all around them. The men had attempted to light a fire previously, but the winds were too strong and all their attempts proved futile. They sat in th
