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"Trust no one," I repeated, feeling like I was in an episode of the X-Files I looked up at Anyan "Is that it?"

"Nope Younot to showto happen, I told ot anywhere near resurrecting the Red and the White We’ll get back whatever bones they’ve ed to run off with, and we’ll hand the to have to play hero

Bolstered by those thoughts, I h at Anyan "Gotcha Trust no one and be prepared to save the world Anything else?"

"Keep nudging the creature See if it wakes up, ever I knoants to sleep, and it’s obviously not engaged with this world the way it hen Blondie was chaet Blondie to help train you with the labrys--ht up"

"You bet she does," ca

"There’s coffee inside," she said, gesturing towards the kitchen "Then we gotta go"

"Where to?" Anyan asked, hoisting hi inal replied, as she walked in the house

I couldn’t help it The part of me that would much rather be a tourist than a chao to the British Museum I just hope no one there wanted to kill any of us

"Wow," I said, as I walked through the gates

The British Museu that was all the reat stone pile before me, a monument to empire and cultural commerce, was the inspiration, the architectural Platonic ideal, for the places of civic pride hich I’d grown up

The outside of the building was all pillars and long low stairs leading up to the e courtyard, partially flanked by the s, was already full of tourists Armies of Italian school childrenonhere There were tooof supernatural interest to be in the British Museum

That said, Blondie had warned us toor soh the crowd, heading towards the bronze-and-glass doors into the entryway of the ical real our way inside, I was instead greeted by a security guard who asked to look in our bags Luckily I’d left the labrys in Magog’s van, which Gog and the raven were guarding, as that would have been aard to explain

Hiral ignored the guard entirely, striding boldly forward Still, even though I felt nooff of hireen monster, no one paid hiwyllion were, with ic so infused in their blood and body that they used such powerful uard was done with the rest of us, Blondie strode forward through what had been another, interior courtyard of the building, but had been glassed in to make an enormous covered square

A vast floor of white stone flowed toward a round structure in the center of the square, with a soaring net of glass-and-steel serving as its roof At the center of the square stood what had been the original Reading Room of the British Library, before the library had ’s Cross There had always been a circular structure standing there, even when this was an open-air court, but noaswhite, rather than the weathered stone it had been