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The desert sun had gone down, giving way to a harsh, chilly wind whirling around the random rocks on the sand hills. They had no shelter, no food, and no water. Mori and Roy had recovered from their injuries, but they wouldn’t survive for long in this climate without food and water. They camped close to where the Raven house used to be, hoping it would reappear. Ciaran didn’t want to rely on chance—he stuck to his wrist unit, continuing to code it and try to fix it. Then something sparkled in the horizon like lightning bolt. Ciaran called out, “Lorcan, check your unit.”
Lorcan looked at his screen and got a glimpse of signal.
“I’ve got it,” Ciaran said and strode to the open space, staring in relief at his wrist unit. He read the text on the screen, then glanced up to the top of the
