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The next day Michael was in Maurice Laurent's office, watching him examine the glyph. Laurent was about his age, but looked younger. The archeoastronomer was tall and lanky, his face freckled. His red hair was cut so short that Michael could see his sunburnt scalp. A pair of reading glasses gave him an owlish appearance.
"The star cluster is definitely in the constellation of Orion." Laurent brought the glyph closer to the light. "Hmm. Strange." With a magnifying glass, he continued to scrutinize the tablet. "The stars are configured in a very odd position, and the anchor star is missing. Where did you get it?"
"It was supposedly found at the bottom of a gorge in the Grand Canyon. The person who found it claims it was buried under silt near the waterline of the Colorado River. What's an anchor star, Maurice?"
"It's the star farthest south in a constellation. In the case of Orion, it's Alderban."
"Maybe it was omitted by accident," Michael said without much conviction.
Maurice took another look at the glyph. "The rendition of the pyramids and the Sphinx are remarkable. I've never seen such clarity...and that bird...the epigraphy is extraordinary, the scribed detail superb." Maurice became pensive. Then he said, "I'd say whoever did this knew what they were doing. Alderban is one of the most prominent stars in Orion. I don't understand why it wasn't included..."
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