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Archie cleared his throat and turned to the wall. He pointed at two bricks, longer and narrower than the rest. “Around this same time, another legend started about these bricks, referred to as the Roman Bricks. They are a shade of pink, not red like the rest, and it takes two stacked one on the other to make them the same height as the others.”
A lighter colored mortar filled the space around them, as though to patch a hole. If Archie had not pointed them out, Sam wouldn’t have noticed them.
“Roman Bricks? Hmm.” She shuffled to get closer. Dad had mentioned bricks.
“Bricks?” Nicole crossed her arms. “Pffft.”
Sam nudged Nicole. “Pay attention, or Mrs. Phelps . . .”
Nicole shook her head, but her frown remained.
Sam had to get closer to those bricks, but a stack of wood and an old door with Koko Hair Tonic painted across the top leaned against the wall. Yellow “caution” tape cordoned off the area around the wall. How could she examine them with all that junk in the way?
“So, what’s that legend about?” a gray-haired man asked.
Had he read her mind? She tensed, waiting for the answer.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Archie rubbed his hands together. “Legend has it that they came from Romania when the Roman dominated Europe. Experts say the mica dust in them gives them their glow, but it’s rumored that magic is stamped right into the clay.”