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CHAPTER ONE - BOOK TWO
Somewhere Between Heaven and a Parched, Fiery Hell
The room was unseasonably cold, but I was cloaked in sweat,
tossing and turning in bed, my eyes closed to the outside world.
Standing in the middle of the burning ghats of Benares, images
of flames sending embers high into the night sky were all around
me.
The Aghori yogi stood off in the distance holding the hand
of a frighteningly thin child. The parched ground behind him
cracked, withered crops turned brown from lack of rain. I was
terrified for his intended sacrifice.
Suddenly images of hundreds
and hundreds of wells all over the desolate wasteland invaded
my mind—children
with tears streaming down their faces, their little hands
held out
pleading with me to pump the fresh water from the ground, their
cries more than I could stand. It was an overwhelming task
they wanted from me, and I was glued to the ground with fright,
my feet cemented into the hardened earth.
Covering my ears I tried to
block them out with my screams, but couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. The old woman’s
face from the creek flashed before me, her old black eyes staring
directly into my soul. One word escaped her peeling, chapped
lips, only one.
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9 | Chapter 11 | Chapter
13 | Chapter 1 - Book 2
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