ou haveeven got back the ones that were lost when the library of Alexandria burnt andknow them all by heart, I That is why I hit upon this plan of summoningup some dead magician and asking him - or her - questions. They were not in the least wet. Awide landscape of brown, empty fields and ruined buildings beneath a bleak, grey sky .
He raised his hands tobegin. He is not a magician at all. he very same mirror whichhad so mysteriously appeared when day had turned to night and Strangehad come to Padua. and when theycame to me and said that the cold, grey waters had closed over the dome of StPaul's Cathedral and that Lond
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