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Another signpost up ahead. Civilization.
Before me stood the shimmering outside perimeter of the Great Library itself - massive fluted columns studded with precious stones and inlaid with gold. The wonder towered hundreds of feet into the air - almost surpassing the giddy heights of the Quetzalcoatl snake-god.
Crazed with hunger and fatigue I lunged forward. I had
lost hope a thousand times a day, but now, there it was - the
Lost Library of San Jose. Not a drawing in a some dew-kissed
lad's picture book, but a real building with real books.
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