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mausoleum
. . . a place to be taken after death. Outside the main entrancetwo seventeen-ton sphinxes
guarded the bronze doors. The interior was an ornate labyrinth of ritualistic chambers
hallssealed vaultslibrariesand even a hollow wall that held the r [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ins of two human
bodies. The initiate had been told every room in this building held a secretand yet he
knew no room held deeper secrets than the gigantic chamber in which he was currently
kneeling with a skull cradled in his palms.
The Temple Room.
This room was a perfect square. And cavernous. The ceiling soared an astonishing one
hundred feet overheadsupported by monolithic columns of green granite. A tiered
gallery of dark Russian walnut seats with hand-tooled pigskin encircled the room. A
thirty-three-foot-tall throne dominated the western wallwith a concealed pipe organ
opposite it. The walls were a kaleidoscope of ancient symbols . . . EgyptianHebraic
astronomicalalchemicaland others yet unknown.
Tonightthe Temple Room was lit by a series of precisely arranged candles. Their dim
glow was aided only by a pale shaft of moonlight that filtered down through the
expansive oculus in the ceiling and iyilai:
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