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Caleb always thought psychics, magic and other mystical things were all myth and stories. Until he started seeing the future and being attacked by fre..
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Prologue
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Nineveh, Assyrian Empire, 2212 B.C.
Ashur bent low, lighting the small lamp that sat on the dirt with his sputtering tor..
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Las Vegas High School, Las Vegas, Nevada, Present day
Brock McMichael was a star wrestler. Having already won a State Championship, the junior w..
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Carl had never been a brave man. Nor was he one to stand up to bullies—or anyone, for that matter. Carl made himself valuable by being compl..
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Iraq desert, approx. 50 miles SE of Baghdad
The frigid desert air whipped in little fits across the low rolling hills. A shadow moved amongst..
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Area 51
The clack of his boots on the polished marble floor echoed down the empty hallway and skipped back to him like a cold, hard heartbeat..
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Caleb stared dumbfounded as the man from his hallucination bolted from the alleyway, wearing all black and carrying a duffel bag. He turned right to..
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Shadow.
For a moment, for eternity, all was shadow. Not an empty, lightless vision or the dark corners where light can’t quite reach, but a..
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Caleb looked at her skeptically.
She stared at him intently for a moment before looking down at her coffee cup. “That may have been a bit m..
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The urge to flee dove from Caleb’s stomach, furiously pushing on his legs to get them moving. Run! Get out of here! He sees you! Caleb..
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