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"What the fuck."
Wendy didn't look over from her own desk. Maybe Alex needed to tone down her run of the mill inner monologue, if only so the really big stuff stood out properly.
"Wendy! Look at this shit. Sortow thinks he's found the tomb of King Optimus the Wise."
"Yeah?" Wendy rolled over. "Shiva wept."
The site diagram and pictures he'd uploaded looked strikingly familiar.
"Two hundred odd years before the Oracle King, right?" It's not exactly her time period.
"The same layout. The same stonework motifs. Astrals, the statues."
"What the fuck."