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Chapter 27: Prisha
Munich, 2014
Clark shook off the thought in his mind. "Absurd! The story of this unknown boy is absurd!" He yelled.
"It is probably an ancient story," Michael added.
"Written in modern English?" Savannah questioned. "All academicians know that the style of writing in that story is basically of a modern era."
Clark had plenty to say to defend Michael but he did not. He was more bothered about the significance of the story than the era it was written.
“The story has a lot of information to give,” Clark went on. “I just don't get why whoever wrote it didn't leave us enough clues.”
“I still maintain that it is of a modern era,” Michael said, more loudly than he had intended.
"We need to calm down and focus on what is at stake," Savannah said, drawing their attention back to the leather-bound book they had gotten from the Bavarian State Library.
Clark agreed. It would be a waste of time if t
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