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"Ponce de Leon died here," Crawford said, shading his eyes. "They suspect he was eaten, but that's probably just one of those ridiculous rumors."
"Eaten," Nagi said dubiously. "Didn't he die of sepsis?"
"Poison," Farfarello corrected. "Just think: all that work to never find the fountain."
"That rumor started after his death." Crawford considered for a moment, then pressed a section of the stone wall. The panel creaked reluctantly back, and Schwarz continued forward. "To distract the others from his real goal."
Nagi raised an eyebrow. "Which was?"
"Better than youth, boy," Schuldig said. "And we're going to find it."