So Nate had piled his table, the one he had kind of commendeared, full of various books, not just ones about Sigiriya and Sri Lanka but a wide range of texts. Ones on plants and gardening, ones for art and history, ones on ancient Egypt, and even ones on spirits and the supernatural. All in some way tangentially related to things he wanted to know but varied enough that someone just looking likely wouldn’t know where to start. And none of it was something he would be checking out.
Knowing this he kept meticulous notes. Which book said what, the author, the ISBN. Everything noted. Everything written down. He was working quietly, only occasionally muttering to himself over a particularly twisting passage, until one particular thought came to him and he sat up straighter. After flipping through his notes he realized he was missing an angle he should have thought of. One he didn’t have in front of him.
With a soft sigh, he climbed to his feet and made his way into the stacks, his notebook in hand. He was looking for mythology. Specifically Buddhism, Hinduism, and Egyptian. Maybe there were some hints from the myths since they say there is always a kernel of truth hidden in tall tales.
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