Chapter 37: The Executioner
It was night time now, Patrick looked at his watch - 8 pm. He was very tired due to his journey and the heat. At his request Hans has given him a laptop with an internet connection and a table fan for the heat. A guard also brought in some cheese burgers and a diet coke. He took a sip from his drink and then placed the ancient text under the table lamp. But his mind was somewhere else- "How did they even find me?", he wondered- "I don't even own a phone!" He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the text. He hadn't seen anything quite like it. It was not ancient Hebrew or Turkish. Strange letters like those of Celtic runes written by hand on a papyrus adorned the entire piece which might have looked quite appealing before. "Must be Akkadian or Sumerian!", thought Patrick as he
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