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The sun had almost gone down. The desert sand became hard, and the temperature dropped. Orla searched aimlessly while Roy and Mori tried to hold her back.
“We have to have a system, Orla. You’ve already looked in that spot,” Roy said.
“The hole was there. And it was just here before,” Orla exclaimed.
“But the sand has shifted. If we keep repeating the process, you’ll never be able to find them,” Mori said. Then she tilted her head up to sniff the air.
“You can smell them?” Orla asked.
“Not Ciaran, but yes, I can smell Lorcan from a mile in clear conditions. I bit him before, remember?” Then Mori gestured for silence. She sniffed again and raised her hand to point at a patch of sand.
“It’s solid ground, Mori,” Orla said.
“There will be a hole. She’s guessing the movements undergr
