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human radar with a mind of its own. It seeks
messengers. 'Earth Angels,' he called them. People who
can influence your path, even if they're strangers, miles
away, or even..." he paused, "...from another time."
Just then, a roar erupted from the bar. Benfica
scoring a goal, no doubt. The whole place was on edge,
the tension palpable.
"Right," Thomas said, sensing my confusion, “this is
neither the time or place." He drained his glass.
I felt like the whole front of my body was a set of
double doors, and they were opening up to let fresh air
into my soul. I could hardly hear Thomas anymore. I
don't know if it was the wine or all the cheering around
the TV.
"Up," he said, his voice cutting through the noise.
Up? What did he mean? Where were we going? And
who was this Raghu, this holy man who seemed to hold
the key to Thomas's cryptic declarations? The questions
swirled in my mind, a whirlwind of anticipation and
intrigue.
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