“There,” Benjamin stabbed dramatically at the computer screen.
“I can’t see anything—your finger is in the way,” Zeke muttered.
Ben scowled, pulling away; Zeke studied the photo.
“All I see are a bunch of goats and some guy on a wall,” Zeke said.
“Look at the carving on the headstone,” Ben jabbed the screen again.
“Stop. Doing. That,” Zeke pulled his laptop away.
Zeke squinted at the washed-out tombstone in the forefront. Nose inches away from the screen, he gasped.
“It’s the last marker for the Prophecy, Ezekiel. We found it,” Ben said, voice hushed.
Zeke dropped the laptop.
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