That doesn’t happen to just anyone! He was planning as he left the bar.
He had remembered that one of the crystal merchant’s suppliers transported his crystal by means of caravans that crossed the desert.
He held Urim and Thummim in his hand; because of those two stones, he was once again on the way to his treasure.
“I am always nearby, when someone wants to realize their Personal Legend,” the old king had told him.
What could it cost to go over to the supplier’s warehouse and find out if the Pyramids were really that far away?
THE ENGLISHMAN WAS SITTING ON A BENCH IN A STRUCTURE that smelled of animals, sweat, and dust; it was part warehouse, part corral.
I never thought I’d end up in a place like this, he thought, as he leafed through the pages of a chemical journal.
Ten years at the university, and here I am in a corral. But he had to move on.
He believed in omens. All his life and all his studies were aimed at finding the one true language of the universe.
First he had studied Esperanto, then the world’s religions, and now it was alchemy.
He knew how to speak Esperanto, he understood all the major religions well, but he wasn’t yet an alchemist.
He had unraveled the truths behind important questions, but his studies had taken him to a point beyond which he could not seem to go.
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