| e haze-shrouded sun had just begun to rise over he ancient city, casting its pale light across the golden Dome of the Rock and pushing back thelong shadows that enshrouded the pockmarked WailingWall. The distant plaintive call to morning prayer by aMuslim muezzin echoed like a dream over all Jerusalem.Utter stillness lingered behind the iron grills of the gloomycoffeehouses where Arabs would soon gather to smoke waterpipes and sip thick Turkish coffees. Warm, sultry air, heavywith the scent of a night rain, bung over the damp narrowstreets like a mist. One of those streets led into a small square with an oldstone synagogue on the southwest side, Across from the syn-agogue, still hidden in the darkness heneatb a gnarled olivetree, a lone raven picked at a discarded animal carcass withits straight, sharp beak, The sudden sound of footsteps tap-ping off the cobblestones sent the large black bird into flightas a man dressed in Hasidic attire stole out of the shadows.The raven landed atop a security surveillance camera mounted on the wall above a small bakery that faced the synagogue. As the man approached, a chilling cry from the raven stopped him in his tracks, Without looking up at the dark angel silhouetted against the pale morning sky, the man con- cealed his face behind a prayer shawl, then stepped silently |
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