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It was as if the mask had slipped and the hungry city let its true face appear for a short moment. The entire city could only have been a disguise, and the real truth was a living thing made up of the dead it had eaten. XXVII: In the City of Ghosts The sand stopped altogether and a bright yawning archway stood with a path inside, the floor of smooth white stone. It looked clean and eerily inviting, like the most expensive hotels of the ring might look. It was as broad as the street, and bright, but had a roof overhead, cutting us off from view of the sky. “I don’t like it,” Ist said, “it might well be a trap.” I turned to him “The whole place is a trap, this is no more trap than the rest.” “Hold hands,” Izdubar ordered, “we are armored against what made the place, but we should not linger. The city only appears placid, but it is full of tricks. If we are not together then we are all dead.” We obeyed and started on into the space beyond, which went forward through a palatial

THE GALLERY OF PARTHENON “One bite was offered, Little more than small, More upon the roster, And yet you took it all.” I. The Interview “You have been to Parthenon before, mister...?”Crawford Dent asked me from behind his desk. “Charterhouse, Sidney Charterhouse, sir,” I told him. “Yes, sir, I grew up here. We had a house looking out at Anderson Island.” “Is that so? The letter you wrote was posted from Surrey, England. I rather thought I was getting a British subject when I sent for you.” “I'm afraid I'm American, sir. I was in Surrey earning my degree at Royal Holloway, I wrote you as it relates to my field.” His face turned a strange shade as he regarded me, steepling his fingers in front of his wide mouth and making a series of fast slight nods, his broad brow furrowed, until at last his response came: “Well, sir, that is a fascinating distinction, I'll grant you. Summoning a local from England has an odd air about it, and, to be frank, I rather hope you did not