"Who did you say you represented?"
"Interested parties." The man smiled, his tongue flickering. "Parties who, I may remind you, have significant resources at their disposal."
Harry wondered why the offer of money sounded so much like a threat.
The buyer leaned in, steepling his gloved fingers.
The object on the table between them was greenish stone striated with black.
Frankly, it creeped Harry out, being all tentacles and gold flecks that reflected strange internal lights, but his nose for value said it reeked cash.
"I've had academic interest," Harry said, "an archaeology professor from Massachusetts has expressed great – "
"Morgan? A dabbler." The buyer waved his hand contemptuously in arcane shapes and stormed out.
Harry stared after, absently scratching a scleroidal rash that had sprung up in the folds of his neck. Unnoticed, the statue began emitting a pallid light.
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