From the river, and during the course of a few cautious landings before the sun began toset again, he saw nearly a dozen other Heturned, parallel once more to the flow of the Nile. He wasn't sure himself why he felt there might besomething worth pursuing there. It does not matter.
It did not start quite thatway. The old man led them to a spot behind the altar, to the first steps of a stairwell that, inthe dimly lit chapel, seemed little more than a square black hole in the floor. _There is no story like that. We must hurry now.
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