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Gorgoneion
“There were giants in the earth, in those days,” the man from the Ministry of Esoteric Observation said, in an affected tone. He was a grey man, draped in dull hues, with a face like a mannequin. His name was Whitley, or so Burchill said. The latter, dressed similarly, if somewhat more fashionably, sat nearby, a cup of cooling tea by his hand. “It’s not an actual giant, it should be noted,” Burchill interjected. He was also a Ministry man, though somewhat senior to Whitley. “Pity,” Baron Palman Vordenburg replied. He had finished his own tea, sweetened to the point that his teeth hurt, moments earlier and now he studied the dregs in the bottom of the cup with interest.
