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"There should be water here!"
Hosea sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the painful dryness of his tongue, the taste of blood from his cracked lips. He could only watch as Dutch paced back and forth where the 'lake' should have been. "It... this has to be an old map!" his voice cracked, and he brandished the paper.
"Dutch, give it here." He had probably read it wrong, surely.
"See?" Dutch slapped the paper into his hand and
"Dutch. That's... that's a coffee stain. You spilled coffee on the damn map. There never was any water!"