“The djinns—they are down there. Who can say if they are good or evil? The protective detail thought the djinns were here. That’s why they wanted to leave the site so soon. Camping overnight was never an option for my protective detail.”
Amy looked out the window at the flat desert. They were in the middle of a world of sand where no one could find them except the djinns. She looked back at the ridge disappearing in the haze, and wondered would the djinns, the spirits, continue to live in a thousand-year-old ruin?
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