The Preacher ManChapter 19 The Windy City
Time: June 26, 8236 2:15 PM I was sitting in my spacious office at Karbala, mentally preparing for an unpleasant 2:30 meeting. I sat gazing westward out of large bay windows, admiring the beauty of the snow-covered rocky coast directly below while pondering the morality of the decision before me. The afternoon sun broke out and began shining brightly over the cold blue-gray waters of the South Atlantic. "Well, that's nice," I thought. "After six days of hiding, you finally decide to...