Had we entertained beforehand the thought of going to Damascus, we would have changed our minds when the city came into view. It was a city no longer. What was left was little bigger than a village. A village broken down and smoldering.
I had a flash of concern for our people in the hiding place. And wondered if what befell Damascus had spread its impact that far afield.
Elijah spoke up and put my mind at ease with his assurances.
Tomas, soon after, diverted us onto another path and what was left of Damascus slipped from our view.
I wish I had talked once more with Tomas before he and the Captain took the lead and departed this life.
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