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Blaise strained memory. It seems that this name was multifaceted. It had a property without end to transform something new.

«With every defeat, she takes himself a new name to take a new chance to win with it, but the first name remains unchanged,» Setius whispered. «Her name is inconvenient. It can sound Blaise.»

Blaise almost dropped the speaking marble head.

It is a pity that she did not go to the cinema and her memory did not work for the characters of films. Although here it was not about a simple film. Golden inscriptions from the poster glowing on the night streets, like ancient hieroglyphs.

The name of Alais was associated with the glitter of the Sun and Gold, with endless deserts, with pyramids and angels. It was both beautiful and terrible. Blaise wanted to forget about it, but she could not.

From patrons, too, was not to bother. Since they came to life, they stood behind her as marble shadows and intervened in all her affairs. So it can not continue. They harm more than help. Entering the crypt, Blaise began to feel like an unsuccessful archaeologist, who instead of making a significant discovery, awakened the sinister mummies and now breaks his head how to make them to sleep again.