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CHAPTER

eight

We stepped onto a narrow wooden bridge spanning a shallow dry creek. It squeaked as we crossed over to the other side. We walked up a pathway, and to my left I caught a glimpse of a concrete structure similar in size to a small shed but not quite as tall. I saw the words Jacob’s Well printed on it in black ink.

As we continued up the pathway, a sudden sea of children passed in front of me. The sheer number of children amazed me. I had seen groups of children before. Crowds even. Like at school. But not like this.