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  “That sounds like La Marseillaise!”, exclaimed Claudia. We cautiously worked our way through the darkness until we found a hell of a sight, three giant mummies singing the French national anthem. Their heads were so out of proportion with the rest of their bodies, they could have been forty-foot infants. They were propped up against a wall in a fetal position with their arms and legs clasped close to their bodies. They fell silent when we approached. 

   Then one of them spoke. “What are you seeking, children?”
   “The truth.”, I answered.
   Another let loose an arm from its body. It clattered down at our feet. Its hand opened. “Welcome, travelers. We have been alone for a long time.”
   The third turned towards us. Its skull balanced precariously on its withered neck. “We are wise men who have been seeking the truth throughout the ages. Time and time again we have found it and brought it forth into the world, but we have been defeated.” Lies keep us here, lies that hide torture and death, lies that grow stronger every day, lies that may overcome the truth everywhere forever. You must see for yourself what kills the truth in the world.”
   “I see something moving over there I don’t like!”, Pat warned.
   Claudia squinted into the darkness. “There is something moving over there.”, she whispered. 

   The mummies raised their arms all at once. A haunting purple light rose out of the rocks and crawled up the walls of the cave.