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just what she felt comfortable in.  But Cliff was fourteen and in the midst of a tsunami of hormones that drove him mad with lust anytime any woman was around.  A beautiful woman in form-fitting clothing was like this new world’s version of porn, even if she was twice his age, and a close friend. Cliff adjusted himself, he didn’t really want Jenny looking at him right now.
                  Over the past year and a half, Jenny and Cliff had been the researchers of record for the Council, specifically in regards to powers.  Cliff had found books that helped Jenny understand what the colors she saw meant.  Unfortunately, that meant whenever she turned on her inner sight, she could see the lust just oozing off of Cliff. She had never brought it up, but Cliff knew that she could see it.  That research was why they were here.
                  As they got past the inner gate, Kin pulled out a light stone, and the others followed suit.  It was hard to pass by these wonderful works of art, but they were here for a reason.  Cliff had found a reference to a potentially useful exhibition that had been going on at the museum at the time of the event. It was called “Mesopotamian Life of the Ancients” and included artifacts recovered from the occupation of Baghdad and the subsequent removal of these items when terrorist groups had begun destroying anything in Baghdad that they considered against their religion.
                  Cliff looked back at Jenny, she was stopped in front of a painting.  He walked back to where she was and reached his hand out to feel the history of the painting.  He saw its history, including the death of some owners during the second World War, when the Nazis had stolen this work from a family.  He saw the scenes that had played out before and after that and then opened his eyes to see the tear silently falling down Jenny’s cheek.
                  “Did you see it?” She asked.
                  Cliff nodded. She had taught him how to read an item better than he had already discovered. The death of the elder members of the family had been immediate, as the work was stolen. The return to one of the children after the war, and the scenes from her life of meaning afterward were joyous.  This was the hardest part about being able to read items, it allowed the reader to peek into other people’s lives, to see their joy, their sadness, their tragedy and their triumph. He felt bad for people who did not have this particular ability, it was beautiful to see into other people’s lives.  While sometimes too painful to watch, the ability gave one the opportunity to see the long history of an item, the older the better. They were now on their way to items that were multiple millennia old, the stories would be amazing.
                  Kin unlocked the door that closed the exhibition and they all walked in.  Kin did not have the same abilities, so he did not stop in his tracks the way that Jenny and Cliff did. There were many items in the room, but right off to the left, there was an item that emanated a glow of power.  Cliff had not reached out with his mind, he did not need to, it seemed to reach out to him. He turned to see Jenny staring at him.
                  “I guess you see it too?” he asked her.
                  “See what?” Kin asked looking around.
                  “It doesn’t matter,” Jenny replied, “Take everything.  This is the mother lode. We need to get it back to the Bluffs.”
                  They began to gather every artifact they could put their hands on, including the small stone cylinder that was throbbing with power.  It was a black stone, engraved with cuneiform writing all around it.  There were no images engraved into it, just the language that none of them could read.  Cliff quickly put it in the sack they had brought, gaining a quick image as he