"Faster, Carl," Jack muttered, his voice rough from days of shouting over the wind. "We're close. I can feel it."
Carl, a wiry man with a perpetual scowl, jabbed his shovel into the sand-packed crevice. "You've been saying that for three days, Jack. If this is another bust, I'm out. My back's killing me."
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