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Chapter 54 December, 3,390 BC Zulu Sector: Prince of Tyre NINSIANNA Ninsianna dipped the cloth into the pan of warm water and pressed it to the broken man's forehead. His breath was shallow, his skin now blue. She had tried, but she did not know how to heal a wound which was not merely physical. Whatever the Evil One had done to him, it lay beyond the auspices of healing. She swiped at her tears with the back of her hand, feeling helpless, feeling guilty. A green, clawed hand settled gently upon her shoulder. "Are you certain there is nothing you can do for him?" Apausha's long, forked tongue flitted out to taste the air, but for some reason, Ninsianna no longer found the gesture repulsive. She touched the unknown man's cheek; handsome, cool, pale. If the goddess hadn't abandoned h