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The first visitors were beginning to queue for tickets at the reception desk of the Naxos Archaeological Museum. Day edged round them, climbed the stone stairs to the top floor of the museum, and pushed open the door to his friend’s office. Aristos looked up from his computer.
“Ah, Martin, good to see you. Are you well?”
Day certainly was. He felt this visit was rather momentous, and had been looking forward to it since Aristos’s invitation. The Curator wasted no time, and they walked down to a gallery in which discoveries from the Mycenaean tombs at Aplomata, in central Naxos, were displayed. Day was familiar with most of the artefacts in the Naxos Museum, having spent a great deal of time examining them closely, but one new object had recently been added to this display case. He st
