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| Standing in the empty field, it was almost impossible to think that a civilization had once thrived here. It had risen, fallen, and left not a trace. Or so they said. “What was this mythical city supposed to be called - Wealthyplain?” said my colleague, Dr. Vitapetra. “Money-veldt? Cash-steppes? Croesus-tundra?” “Rich-field,” I said. “No doubt only the wealthiest lived here. Hence the name.” “I still think we’ll find nothing,” he said. “It’s just a rumor, this ‘drive-in.’ Rich-field, maybe it existed. But this . . . Henry’s you seek is but a story they tell to make small boys dream of treasure and adventure.” “And what of this?” I said. “What of this?” And I thrust the ancient document before his face. |
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