Oh South America! So exciting! She scribbled down both, perhaps one would be her Solmons Mine. 'Oh I have great faith in your Mister Lissington' she grinned, 'perhaps my work of fiction will be a biography before I get it completed!' she could barely contain the excitement in her voice, not that she wanted to waste her time writing something for it to become obsolete when the legend became reality, but if she was honest being connected in some small way, even as tangentially as through a book, to something as magnificent as cursed hidden cities.

Her eyes widened as he recounted the tale of his interaction with the curse box, her mouth forming a soft shocked 'O', as a cold finger of dread trailed up her spine. Chris' mind, felt like all she had in some respects, she thought it her greatest asset. The idea of someone messing with that was so frightening to bear, slowly going mad without even realizing it! Oh my goodness, it was a delicious plot point to use in a her book, but she was sure the reality would be a lot worse.

'And what was in it?...the box I mean. she asked enthralled.

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