The
box was still there, Cal could feel its angles digging into his burnt back. He’d
not imagined delivering it might cost him his life, but now that seemed inevitable.
Some kind of ant scurried across his near vision, following imperceptible
tracks in the white sand. Time had long since meant anything; just waves of
blistering were all that was left.
Cairo was unattainable now, no water, no vehicle, and a broken leg.
Delirium had already marked its presence, buffering him against the approaching
end. With the last of his energy he rolled over and gently prized open the lid.
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