“They’re pulling it out of the ground now, Doc. A chest. Looks old. Real old.” “Describe its contents!” Dr. Leeman hissed. “Please.”

“It’s about a foot long. Ivory, or maybe bone? Looks like some kind of tusk. Whatever it is, they seem pretty excited...”

“The Fang of Python! We should have known.”

An eyebrow raised. “I’ve seen some big snakes, Doc, but nothing big enough for that tooth.”

“Not ‘a python,’ you cretin! Python. The dragon that once guarded the Oracle at Delphi. Slain by Apollo himself!”

“But…”

“Don’t you see? They’re here to create an oracle of their own.”

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