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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 14: Jerusalem
The sun over Jerusalem burned with a strange
clarity. Ancient, impartial. The streets pulsed with
languages layered over one another, Hebrew,
Arabic, English, Russian. Each word a ghost of a
thousand others.
“City of stories,” Henry murmured. “Every wall
has a voice.”
Carolina walked beside him. Jinji trailed a few
steps behind, scanning tilework and signage.
They’d come through Istanbul under cover, no
electronics tied to their names.
The coordinates had led them here, to the
Church of the Holy Sepulchre. The follow-up text,
find the script beneath the stone, hinted at something
older than faith.
Inside, candlelight danced across murals of pain
and rebirth. Pilgrims knelt, priests whispered
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