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Chapter 49
Chapter 49 December, 3,390 BC Earth: Village of Assur GITA It was warm here, and for the first time for as long as she could remember, Gita felt safe … and loved. 'Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine!' Mikhail counted. 'One hundred! Ready or not, here I come!' Amhrán ducked down behind the stone wall and pressed her wings against her back, trying hard not to giggle. For months they had played this game, and each time Mikhail found her. Amhrán began her chant, the one she used to hide. 'Rocks to rocks, dirt to dirt, hide me from prying eyes, so I don't get hurt...' She inhaled the pungent scent of fertile farm soil and pretended she was an earthworm as Mikhail flew directly overhead, the wind whistling through his feathers as he coasted the air currents like a raptor. The first
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