Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time.
E.P. Whipple
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housands of miles away, two men were meeting. The chamber was dark. Medieval. Stone.“Benvenuto,” the man in charge said. He was seated in the shadows, out of sight. “Were you successful?”
“Si,” the dark figure replied. “Perfectamente.” His words were as hard as the rock walls.
“And there will be no doubt who is responsible?”
“None.”
“Superb. Do you have what I asked for?”
The killer’s eyes glistened, black like oil. He produced a heavy electronic device and set it on the table.
The man in the shadows seemed pleased. “You have done well.”
“Serving the brotherhood is an honor,” the killer said.
“Phase two begins shortly. Get some rest. Tonight we change the world.”
