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person—the creature—he had come to meet preferred the hours of darkness

and had no need of lights.

The car turned into the circular drive in front of the main entrance,

where the headlights picked up a trio of people standing on the bottom step.

When the car finally crunched to a halt on the white gravel, a figure stepped

up to the door and pulled it open. It was impossible to make out any details

in the gloom, but the voice that came out of the darkness was male, and spoke

to him in heavily accented English. “Dr. Dee, I presume. I am Senuhet.

Please, come in. We’ve been expecting you.” Then the figure turned away

and strode up the steps.

Dee climbed out of the car, brushed off his expensive suit and,

conscious that his heart was fluttering, followed Senuhet into the mansion.

The other two figures fell into step on either side of him. Although no one

said anything, Dee knew they were guards. And he wasn’t entirely sure they

were human.

The magician recognized the heavy, cloying scent as soon as he stepped

into the house: it was frankincense, the rare and incredibly expensive

aromatic gum from the Middle East, used in ancient times in Egypt and

Greece and as far to the east as China. Dee felt his eyes water and his nose

twitch. Those of the Elder Race were particularly fond of frankincense, but it

gave him a headache.

As the three shadowy figures led Dee into the great hallway, he caught a

glimpse of Senuhet: a small, slender man, bald and olive skinned. He looked

as if he was of Middle Eastern origin, from Egypt or Yemen. Senuhet pushed

closed the heavy front door, spoke two words—“Stay here”—and then

disappeared into the darkness, leaving Dee in the company of the two silent

guards.

Dee looked around. Even in the shadowy half-light, he could see that the

hallway was bare. There was no furniture on the tiled floor, there were no

pictures or mirrors on the walls, no curtains on the windows. He knew that

there were houses like this scattered across the world, homes to those few

Dark Elders who liked to walk in the world of men, usually creating

mischief. Though they were extraordinarily skilled and dangerous, their

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