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January 17, 2007

Jeff R.:Beneath the Streets of Susa

They passed through a metal door with silver and gold adornments, and were in the hall of kings. The first tomb, Prester John's own, was the grandest. The passage led past a series of tombs growing less involved as he walked, until he reached his Grandfather's tomb and the one reserved for Ivat.
"Is there anything more to say?" asked Jake.
"Not by us." said Aaron. He twisted the urn's bottom, opening a hidden compartment, revealing an envelope. Placing the urn in it's resting place, he opened the letter. "Your uncle left some final words, however." He began to read.

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