Chapter 58

HERE I was standing. At the very same place where I had been with Xylon for a few days. The ancient, large prehistoric house in the middle of the woods. I thought it was remote, secluded and almost inaccessible to the general public. Yet I didn't even walk one kilometre from Diaz's resort to get here.

The place, which I estimated to be more than twenty years old. I'm here. Once again.

I entered through the large gate. Like it was just yesterday. When I woke up in the morning, I was drenched in sweat. And the coldness at night that always made me shiver.

I walked slowly to the marbled floor. I remembered the antique furniture, including chairs and tables that reminded me of ancient civilizations. The Egyptian paintings and sculptures were in the same places.

I can no longer see Godo. And as I continued examining every area, I heard a melody. It was coming nearby inside the house.