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Rodgers gestured at a large plate set on an angle in a wall niche "This is the third one o

f these things I've seen since we entered What do you suppose their purpose was?"

Shannon rubbed away the centuries-old coating of dust and saw her reflection on a shining surface

"Highly polished silver reflectors," she explained "The sa interior galleries The sun striking a reflector at the entrance bounced frohout the chaiven off by oil lamps"

"I wonder if they knew they were paving the way for environy?" murmured Pitt randomly

The echoing sound of their footsteps spread ahead and behind them like ripples on a pond It was an eerie, claustrophobic sensation, knowing they were entering the dead heart of the nant air became so thick and heavy withFifty meters (164

feet) later they entered a sallery

The cha less than a catacomb, honeycombed with crypts hewn into the walls The htly in beautifully embroidered woolen mantles, lay head to toe

They were the uarded the treasure, even after death, waiting for the return of their countryer existed

"These people were huge," said Pitt "They ht centimeters or six foot ten inches tall"

"A pity they aren't around to play in the NBA," muttered Giordino

Shannon closely exaends claim the Chachapoyas were as tall as trees"

Pitt scanned the cha"

Rodgers looked at him "Who?"

"The last uardians ent before"