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Chapters (117)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. PART ONE: Up From Buried Light
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  10. 5
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  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
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  18. PART TWO: Re-Entry
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  28. PART THREE: Convergence
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  49. PART FOUR: Surrender
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  66. PART FIVE: The Tablets
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  75. PART SIX: The Trial
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  79. PART SEVEN: The Cave of Memory
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  95. PART EIGHT: Guardians
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  107. PART NINE: Into Buried Light
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  117. Acknowledgments

“Are we at that point now?”

“I don’t know. But I know what we’ve been brought together to do.”

“Activate the tablet in the desert?”

“Yes.”

“Did your mother talk about all this to you? Is that how you know so much?”

“She made me aware of our history. Of a collective evolution.”

“Collective evolution?”

“Yes. Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno.”

Dominique smiled at the intelligence and grace that this young girl possessed.

“Did your mother know you were sisters in a past life?”

“She was the one who told me.”

“And your father?”

“He’s been a protector in many lives. A knight. A nobleman. A king. A commoner.”

“He’s aware of this?”

“He’s fought it most of his life. He’s a humble man. And, yes, he’s aware of this and knows why we’re here.”

Afternoon sunlight scrawled across the maple wood floor like indistinct words, and the scent of roses drifted into the room. Their eyes revealed they were aware the air had become more than it was. And they were becoming more than they had been.

“Isabel said only you can activate the tablet in the desert.”

“That’s not true. The tablets are made of a vibration we all possess. They are a manifestation of our soul contract. We planted the one in the desert, but died before we were able to offer it to the earth. That’s why the stones appeared, as a way-shower. We planted them as well, for we knew we would forget.”

“How do we find that tablet?”

“You go back to where you found the stone.”

“The warehouse?”

“In the catacombs deep under the desert floor you’ll meet that manifestation. We’re each part of a greater soul. Fragments. The vibration in the tablets respond to love. Love that comes from a soul that fools no one, including itself. Love is what placed the tablets. Love is what put that stone in your hand.”

“And caused an errant bomb not to kill us?”

“Yes. That the four of you survived is a manifestation of the love beneath the violence. It’s not the love we’ve been led to believe. That’s what you transformed in the warehouse—like the alchemy that turns base metal to gold. We are base metal, and our souls, threads of gold. This is what crystalized in the warehouse. This is what’s happening to us now.”

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