Chapter 56
December, 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
GITA
Gita flung her old brown cape around her shoulders, a childhood fancy that Shahla had cast off once it had become too threadbare. It had grown even more decrepit since then, torn and mended countless times until even the patched spots had needed reinforcing, but it was hers. It was practical, it kept her warm, and more importantly, it had served her well each time she'd needed to fade into the darkness. She did not fade into the dark now. She did not wish to put back on the red cape she had hidden behind for weeks. For the first time in her life, Gita wanted to be seen.
Siamek sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
“You know what Immanu ordered me to do?” Siamek asked.
Gita eyed the club he held in his hand.
