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Chapter 42
Chapter 42 December, 3,390 BC Earth: Village of Assur NAMHU "If you don't go up to bed right now, young man," Mama shook her wooden spoon at him, "I'm going to assign you chamber pot duty for the entire week instead of Zakiti!" Namhu glanced across the room at the aforementioned pesky little sister. At five years old, Zakiti had taken to acting as his shadow ever since Pareesa had grown too busy to look after her. "But Namhu already…" Zakiti started to tattle. "Shh!" Namhu gave her a dirty look. Zakiti smirked, and then glanced over at the small bowl of dried dates he'd hidden underneath the fold of his shawl. Oh? So that's how it was going to be? Zakiti was blackmailing him into sharing? Namhu scowled, trying to intimidate her. She shifted her cunning smirk to that darling little
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