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Chapter 15 November 3,390 BC Earth: Village of Assur MIKHAIL The sunlight streamed through the window and glared into Mikhail's eyes, increasing the pounding which marched in martial tempo to the pain which radiated out of his chest with every heartbeat. It hurt to keep his eyes open and everything felt as though it was on fire. "Drink," Needa whispered. Something pressed against his lips. He took a sip, thankful to quench the burning in his throat, then grabbed his abdomen as the water caused his stomach to clench in pain. "You have to drink," Needa pressed her hand against his forehead. "Immanu said the knife-wound is infected with a type of evil spirit the likes of which he's never seen." An uneasy feeling gripped at his gut, but perhaps that was just the urge to vomit? "Where