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in.
    “You
never did tell me what happened to Atlantis. Did you write about it in the new
book?”
    The
new book .
    Just
the thought of it gave me pause. I still hadn’t finished it. All I cared about
was that, thank you God, nowadays those manuscripts didn’t ravage my brain
every second of the day like they used to.
    “Yeah.
I’m still working on the final rewrite,” I said. “Do you think I should put it
in?”
    “Duh.
Everyone wants to know about Atlantis.”
    “Everyone
like who?” I laughed. “Who even read my first book? Probably nobody.”
    I
had written a book based on manuscripts that I discovered had been found with
the Dead Sea Scrolls. The manuscripts contained a big revelation, but people
catching wind of the book, and it catching fire, hadn’t happened. Probably me
refusing to do any marketing for it hadn’t helped. I never checked on the sales
for it. But I knew they couldn’t be good. Still, just like Mase, my publisher
kept questioning me about finishing the sequel. I’m sure that little publishing
house had lost money by agreeing to publish me.
    “Anyway,”
I said, looking across the table at Mase. “It’s not for me to explain every
ancient mystery. I am just gonna write about what was in the remaining
manuscripts that Dr. Sabir translated and be done with it.”
    “You
mean that you translated.”
    I
smiled. “Yeah. That I translated. People will have to figure the rest out for
themselves. I’m still nervous about revealing all that stuff. I’m only doing it
because I think the information should be out in the world somewhere. I don’t
want to have to feel guilty when I go to my grave.”
    Mase
shook his head and chuckled.
    “And
who knows if anyone,” I plucked at a leaf, “if they did read it, believed what
I wrote in that book.”
    “Sooo?”
he said.
    “So?”
I titled my head and looked at him.
    “Atlantis?”
    “Oh,
yeah. I forgot we were talking about Atlantis.”
    He
narrowed his eyes waiting for me to answer. “Stop trying to change the subject,
Justin.”
    “I’m
not.” I smiled. “C’mon.” I stood, pulled the dish towel I had thrown over my
shoulder off, and wiped my hands with it. Dropping it on the table, I said, “I
have to show you on a map. I’ve got an atlas in my study.”
    We
headed down the hallway. Mase went in and plopped down in one of the chairs,
leaving me to struggle and get the huge book down off the top shelf of the
bookcase. I took it over to the desk, pushed the stuff that was lying on it
aside, and put the atlas down. Opening it up, I leaned over the desk and
flipped through the first few pages, searching for a map of the world that
would make it easy for Mase to follow.
    “Plato
wrote - ” I said turning a page.
    “Plato?”
he interrupted. “Justin. C’mon now. I just wanna know what the manuscripts said
about Atlantis. Not what Plato wrote.”
    “Plato
knew about Atlantis,” I said, looking over at him. “Just maybe he found out
about Atlantis from someone who actually knew about my manuscripts.” I gave him
a cheeky grin. “Don’t you care about that?”
    Mase
got up from the chair and walked over to the desk. Leaning down, he put his
face close to mine. “Justin.” He said my name and nothing else.
    “Okay,”
I said, and chuckled. It was obvious he was not interested in the “backstory.”
    “Here.”
I found a good map and pointed at a place close to the Mediterranean. “This is
the area that the people of antiquity called the Pillars of Hercules. They were
two huge rock formations that protruded off the shores of Africa and Spain
and flanked the entrance of this area.” I drew a circle with my finger. “It
leads out into the Atlantic.” I pointed to a spot on the map of the land masses
separated by a narrow waterway. “See. Look. It almost looks like the edges of
the two continents are kissing. Only about eight miles separate the shores of
Africa and Spain at this point. Can you see how close they are?”