"Croesus looks for reinforcements.He disbands his mercenaries.He seeks real allies this time. But his head is not right. He thinks sees serpents. Are they real? Are they portents? What's this? Writhing things. Cyrus is following me. I need a proper portent-limner. Cyrus is getting closer. Croesus dreams of a funeral pyre surrounded by laughing serpents. He tries to remember what Solon told him. His head is wrong. He can hear Cyrus. The ground rumbles. He sniffs. He recoils. He has visions of his dead son."
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