Staircase

Khuzestan, winter

The wind was howling and knocking the sand on Joseph's face. He was sweating behind, but his legs were frozen from the cold. You still didn't understand what had led him to this mission. Perhaps the curiosity, perhaps the smell of the betrayal that had been overwhelmed by the cases in Tehran.

He was a mapping engineer, neither a spy nor a politician. But when the Ministry of Education's development plan, he saw the construction of several cultural buildings in cities from Khuzestan, all of which were under construction with strange angles and precise coordinates.

Until one of the maps he touched and hanged on the wall of his hut in Abadan. The aim of pursuing the lines was undoubtedly to see something suddenly ...
Two triangles. One of the Izeh to Khorramshahr, from there to Dezful and open to Izeh. The second triangle from Jerusalem to Haifa, to al -Khalil.
When they put both on the map together, a plan was formed. Familiar. Old. David Star.

Cairo, a few months ago

General McKinley, behind the old wooden table, looked at Reza Khan.
- "It's time for Iran to be united. Khazal is also ready. You just have to stamp the final design. "
Reza Khan, who still did not have a royal crown, said:
- United or obedient?
McKinley smiled.
- It determines its difference.

In the same room, a Jewish man was sitting with a white Abi. Simon Levi, representative of the Middle East Jewish Association. Said.
- "We just draw the map. It is up to you. The triangle must be complete. The star begins, the new age begins.

Khuzestan, tonight

Joseph found an old box in a ruin next to the Karun River. Within it, the documents of the correspondence of Khazal were with the British authorities. The documents that confirmed everything was calculated: building schools, cultural centers, and even military bases - all on triangles.

But what shook him was a letter from Simon Levi:

If the star is completed on the ground, Solomon will be established. From Khuzestan to Quds, it will draw a line that will again divide the world.

Joseph imprisoned his breath. Outside the storm, but there was a bigger storm in his heart.
Should it reveal this secret? Or buried it in the heart of the soil, like the star who fell on the temple stone many years ago?

The end ... or the beginning?

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