L equals B.

Well now, you've arrived at just the right moment.

I've uncovered something heavy from the archives, and I dare not move it alone.

This cracked stone fragment once formed the mouth of a courtyard fountain in a remote hotel, tucked away in

California's wine country.

White walls, vines climbing higher than the windows, and in the center, this face.

Travelers whispered it didn't merely pour water.

It watched.

Its eyes followed.

Some even swore it showed them faces that weren't their own,

rippling up from the depths like memories that never belonged to them.

The hotel is gone now, left to ruin. But the fountain's face remains,

chipped and cold, resting here in the antiquarium. This is lot 092, the face in the fountain. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers

whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include Am Marie,

John Yeagerline,

Alanna Pitt,

Harry Mermaid,

Teresa Moser,

Michelle, Black Cat Lucky, Ski and Ashley Owen, and Gieko Starchild Unicorn.

We are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order.

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