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Chapter 26: Unknown Boy
Munich, 2014
Below a large reprinted version of the late 15th-century mural painting by Italian artist Leonardo da Vinci widely known as 'The Last Supper', was a picture of two werewolves having sex under a full moon. To the right was a western painting of the Egyptian patron god of lost souls and the helpless, Anubis, and beside the anthropomorphized jackal-headed god was a list of werewolves caught on plain sight by human eyes. On the far wall, two brass soldiers stood, holding swords curved at their edges.
"What is this place?" Clark asked as he placed a leather-bound book they had gotten from the Bavarian State Library on a dusty table.
"A secret place my husband used to study in. I have only been here once. Robert always told me how important it was for me to not look into things I couldn't comprehend," Savannah explained.
Michael moved inside the room, looking around in astonishment. What the hell is this place, he thought. The air of the room
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