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He was no longer in London. He was standing in the mouth of a Cretan cave, the digital glow of his tablet the only light against a rising darkness. He looked down at the screen. The red line had changed. It was now a tether, stretching from the edge of the device and disappearing into the black depths of the labyrinth ahead. Elias opened the e-reader app, but the pages
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