Dad said. “The whole thing?” The pit was about thirty feet long and wide. It was surrounded by piles of rocks and stones, lit by soft lamps that rose from the ground. I knelt by a section of a column that lay on its side, like an uprooted tree trunk. Dad was right. It wasn’t much. “Good rocks,” Torquin said, dropping his backpack onto the ground with a thud. “Make nice patio.” “For this, thou humiliatest me,” Canavar grumbled. “Thou forcest me to let thee inside with a magnetic card, and then thou belittlest a hallowed site.” “Can it, Munchkin,” Torquin said. “At least with the Colossus, we had the stones we needed,” Cass said. “How can you re-create a Wonder if its parts don’t exist?” Aly crouched by a sculpture of an animal’s head. “This one looks like a mushushu.” “I think it’s a lion,” Cass remarked. “We’re not in Babylon anymore, Toto.” Dr. Bradley pushed Professor Bhegad toward me in a wheelchair. “This will be difficult, Jack,”
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