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The next thing I know, I’m standing at an open plaza at night. The air is thick and humid. People are everywhere, all of them wrapped in the same long gray cloaks I had been wearing in my dreams. Most have the hoods pulled low over their faces. The full moon casts everything in a bluish glow. The air is thick with heat and moisture. In the distance, I see the form of three massive pyramids backed by a wall of palm trees and jungle vines.
I try to focus on where we are in time, but my head feels like it’s full of cotton. I turn to Scar. “Where are we, do you think?”
“South America, about five thousand years ago,” replies Scar. “Based on those pyramids, I’d say we’re in the time of the first wardens.” She eyes a group of cloaked people walking by. “This must be of their ceremonies for
