Skykeepers

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Author: Jessica Andersen
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step from soil onto stone. When nothing happened except a ten-degree or so temperature drop, she exhaled a long, slow breath. “See? You can do this.” She might be a decade out of practice, and too ready to believe the prickly heebie-jeebies, but it wasn’t like she had a choice, really. She’d promised long ago never to reveal the temple’s location to anyone else, not even a hint. This had been Ambrose’s spot, the center of his life. And in the end, it had most likely been his death.
    She needed to search the temple, needed to find his camp . . . and his body. The thought sucked, but she could cope, would have to cope. Besides, she’d had a few days to get used to the idea that he was truly gone this time, and eight years of silence before that to buffer the separation. There was grief, yes, and some stale, leftover pain, but overall, her foremost emotion was weary resignation as she squared her shoulders and started hiking inward, intent on finding her father’s remains and bringing them back to the States. Although the ruin and rain forest had been more his home than the apartment he and his non-wife, Pim, had shared near Harvard, he’d always insisted that when he died, he wanted to be cremated and tossed to the wind in New Mexico.
    Sasha didn’t know why. As a child, she’d suspected that was where her mother had been from, or where she was buried. She’d even visited the spot once, but had found nothing but rocks and wind, making her think that the New Mexico thing was just another of Ambrose’s elaborately constructed delusions, one that meant nothing in real terms. Regardless, it had been his request, and Sasha had felt honor-bound to make it happen, even if it meant trekking through the rain forest, slapping at bugs, and fighting the feeling of being watched.
    “Besides,” she muttered, “it’s not like you had anything going on at home. Perfect time for a trip to non-paradise.” She’d just been fired for getting too creative with the head chef’s recipes—again—and she was annoyingly single some six months after a relationship she’d imagined was leading to marriage had turned out to be going nowhere fast. Figuring she was already depressed, and having been unable to get Ambrose out of her head since their brief meeting over the summer, she had tried tracking him down and wound up discovering instead that he’d fallen off the grid.
    Missing, presumed dead.
    Tightening her grip on the .22, she forged onward. The bright white flashlight beam made jarringly modern-looking shadows in the ancient stone tunnel, and the creepy-crawly nerves in her stomach started to grow claws. She’d been inside the temple before, of course, but that was years ago, and she’d been with Ambrose. More, that had been back when she’d still seen him as more than he was—a real-life Indiana Jones who’d let her come along on his adventures because he’d wanted her there, more even than he’d wanted Pim, who’d always stayed behind. Eventually, though, Sasha had realized those “adventures” were more uncomfortable than exciting, and he’d wanted her there not for her company, but because he’d needed a fellow role-player in his delusions, which over the years had gone from bedtime stories of magical princesses to twisted, apocalyptic ravings.
    An echo of anger brushed against her jangling nerves, but she continued along the stone tunnel, skirting the triggered pit trap near the entrance. Beyond the pit trap, the tunnel continued onward to an intersection, where Ambrose had liked to sit and sip the bitter maize-and-chocolate drink she’d made for him from locally bought cacao.
    Sasha was pretty sure that was where her interest in cooking—and chocolate—had started, those hours she’d spent watching the villagers separate the cacao beans from the fleshy pods, then ferment them, roast them, grind them, and finally mix the powder with maize to make the sacred chorote , which combined the two plants that

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