Chapter 20

“I praise the cloud that waters thee,

and the rain which make thee grow on the summits of the mountains.”

-Zoroastrian Hymn

“Okay, that’s enough,” Elizabeth said.

“What?” Nathaniel asked, looking back at her.

“If you’re having so much fun,” she replied as she placed her tools and gloves into the woven basket by her feet, “you can stay out here all day, but I need a break.”

Nathaniel looked around, and to his surprise most of the villagers had already abandoned the field. The greenery glinted beneath the clear blue sky, and the sun seared from high above.

He wiped his sleeve against his sweaty forehead and looked back...

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