That night, the storm hit. Not rain—locusts. A biblical swarm that turned the camp into screaming chaos. Dimi ran into a cactus. Tank fell in a hole he’d dug for a trap. And me? I clutched that key like a lifeline, stumbled down a gully, and found it: a rusted chest half-buried under a dead bush.
“You idiot,” he snarled.
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Dimi, the TikTok chef, found it: a leather pouch wedged between two roots. Inside—one laminated map of the southern peninsula, torn clean down the middle. And a note: “Choose: half the map, or the key to the chest. Not both.” That night, the storm hit
I looked up at the locust-black sky, then back at the jagged cliffs. Dimi ran into a cactus