Jake Wreckred’s camel wandered through the desert dunes as he rode on it, constantly looking up and down from his map.
They stopped. They had made it.
But there was nothing there.
I stared at the print with sheer determination. The museum had acquired a collection that included several depictions of an ancient temple. A temple my father had spent years excavating when I was a child. A temple I’d sworn to finish excavating after my father’s death.