“The scar wasn’t a scar. It was a breach. Angling the beam, I peered into the void beyond. It took a moment for my eyes to pick it out. It took another for my mind to comprehend. Oh my God! I had to show Jake! Injuries forgotten, I pul ed myself upward. Just below the tunnel mouth, I paused and peeked out, prairie-dog style. The upper chamber looked empty. No Jake. No jackal. “Jake!” I hissed. No answer. “Jake!” I repeated as loudly as I could without brin...ging in vocal cords. Same nonresponse. I braced my feet, threw out my arms, and pul ed and pushed myself onto the upper-chamber floor. Jake didn’t appear. Ignoring the objections of my shoulder and hip, I rose to a squat and looked around in the flashlight sweep.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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