Chapter 87
November - 3389 BC
Earth: Mesopotamian desert
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Present day…
JAMIN
For three days the camelid's rocking pace was the daydream Jamin lived. The Amorites stopped often, forcing him to drink and checking the hole in his shoulder which Aturdokht had bound. Infection raged from the evil spirits which had taken control of his body. He was hot. He was cold. He was so weak he could hardly sit up.
He dreamed as they traveled of his dead mother calling to him from that world beyond. Sometimes she was so close it felt as though he could feel her kiss his brow.
"Mama?" Jamin reached towards the dancing sands for the hand that reached towards him from the light.
Kudursin laughed, but his voice sounded nervous. "You are reaching for the dead."
"I can see her," Jamin struggled agains
