royal calligrapher."

Peter waved up to Frankie, "If you would, Frankie. You will be our sun."  

Frankie lifted the spotlight from her brother's hand and walked back toward the sanctuary's entryway. She shone the light toward the group clustered around the north side of the room.

"Is that good?" She asked.

"A bit to the left," Peter called.

Safa, Barry, Paz and Ina leaned over Dr. Fayid and Peter, straining to see the shifting shadow shapes playing across the wall.

The air in the sanctuary was still and slightly cool, though not nearly enough to cause any chills. But Ina felt one run down her spine despite the mild temperature as the light fell upon the mysterious northern glyph in just the right way, casting a new shape besi...

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