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“Dr. Fell,” says the first, “your specialty is religious artifacts, is it not?” “More or less,” Aziraphale says, fidgeting with his hands. “Then you’re just the person we need,” the second agent says as he pulls out a few leaves of paper. “Our latest field reports put them somewhere called Tanis. We know from the information we’ve intercepted that they’re searching specifically for religious artifacts, but other than that we haven’t the foggiest idea what it is they’re looking for.” The first takes a sip from his glass of water, then pointedly stares at Aziraphale. “Any idea what it might be?” They stare Aziraphale down like it’s an interrogation. Like a test he hasn’t studied for. Like any of his meetings with Gabriel. Aziraphale freezes in his seat. Centuries - millennia, even - have passed since he last saw the Ark. Since he had walked with the slaves through all of that pain and suffering; tried to be a helping hand to Moses. He had been there when it was constructed, when the tablets were laid inside. He knew its power. He’d seen it. He hadn’t been there when it was lost. Had he known it would be, he would have destroyed it himself.

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