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    Jean’s body shook uncontrollably despite the heat of the campfire, no longer able to ignore the excruciating pain and the worsening smell wafting from the bullet wound. Something buzzed in the back of her head, like a wasp trapped in a jar.
    “Goddammit, why is it so cold?” she shivered.
    “Try to sleep, Jean,” Aïas calmly said as he fed the fire.
    “Not—Not tired,” she said, blinking heavily. “Besides, I’ve got the gun. If I fall asleep, who—who’s gonna pro—protect you from the lions and tigers and bears?” she asked with a weak smile. “I’ll be fine. Told ya. I’ve been—been through worse than this. I once had to kiss Harpo.”
    “You are weak, Jean. The fall tore open the wound and made it worse. You need to rest.”
    “Don’t worry about me. I’ve never felt better. I—I—” a flash of green burst behind her eyes, erupting in pain. “Oh God, my head!” she screamed. She squeezed her eyes shut as images flew across her mind’s eye.
    Aïas rushed to her side. “Jean, are you all right?”
    She grabbed at his sleeve, twisting it in her fist. “There’s—There’s a man,” she said through gritted teeth as she writhed on the ground.
    Aïas’s face froze. “What?”
    “No. He’s—He’s not a man. Awalking nightmare. There’s a silhouette glowing in jade. An undead prophet of a false god,” she sputtered. “He’s done something terrible. But—But, there’s something worse. Iä Iä Cthulhu fhtagn! Crystal blade. Time, out of time. Blood dripping down into the void. The stars align. The sunken city rises. Three scions. Fire. Colors. Stone. Iä Iä Cthulhu fhtagn! The savior must die before he is risen. Iä Iä Cthulhu fhtagn! Dead, he waits dreaming.”
    Aïas’s eyes went wide. He grabbed Jean by the shoulders. “What did you say?”
    Jean shook her head furiously, her face contorted as tears flowed down her cheeks. “I—I don’t know. Gah! I don’t know. There are these images and voices. Like the world is breaking and I’m at the center.”
    “You are sick, you have lost too much blood,” he said as he began to unwind the bandage. “Let me check your—”
    A putrid odor filled Jean’s nostrils. Prying her eyes open she looked down at the gangrene wound. With that she broke down, sobbing with her face in her hands. “Oh, no,” she whimpered.
    Aïas closed his eyes in thought, realizing there was no other option. “Βλασφηµία,” he growled. He pressed his hands against the rotting flesh. Jean let out a soft whimper as his hands began to glow, warmth spreading through her body. Aïas opened his eyes, the formerly black irises now a blazing jade, and looked directly at Jean.
    “Jean,” he said calmly but firmly. His voice took on a resonance that echoed through the air; even the ground itself seemed to vibrate with every word. The world around them shifted out of focus, and the shadows grew darker. Every molecule, every atom, everything around them was Aïas’s voice. “Listen to me. You will be calm and you will listen.”
    Jean lifted her head and faced Aïas. Her eyes were glassy, her face slack. “I will listen,” she said in monotone.
    Aïas grimaced, a bitter taste in his mouth. “All will be explained, but you still have a long road ahead of you. I need you to be calm. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “We need to keep moving,” he said.
    “We need to keep moving,” Jean repeated softly.
    Aïas nodded then closed his eyes. The air buzzed, a low pitch hum that moved through and around them. Beneath his hands the blood on Jean’s bandages evaporated as the wrappings fell free and the gangrenous flesh knitted itself close, as if she had never been injured at all.
    “Better?” he asked.
    “Yes. Better.”
    “Good. Now, Forget,” he said.
    Jean furrowed her brow and shook her head. “No.”
    Aïas’s narrowed. That was unexpected. “Forget,” he reiterated with force.
    Her face