Arts Magica Kay Hooper For all the readers who asked for another Wizard story. 1 Seattle December 31, 1999 Felicity Grant circled the artifact slowly, studying it from every angle. It resembled nothing so much as a doorway, minus surrounding walls and a door itself. Just a thin frame of some kind of metal, fastened to an oval base that seemed to be made of smooth, polished stone. The metal had a greenish patina. "It''s obviously a gate," she announced with the confidence of the young and untried. Richard Merlin, who was sitting on the edge of his desk looking through a very old and heavy book, lifted his gaze to his Apprentice. "Thank you," he said dryly. Felicity had the grace to blush, but kept her chin high. "Well, isn''t it?" His black, curiously brilliant eyes held a slight amusement. "Touch it," he instructed. She obeyed, and almost immediately jerked her hand away. After a moment, she touched it again, her fingertips resting gently against the metal. "Power," she whispered. "It feels . . . There''s almost a heartbeat." "Yes. After at least a hundred years." Felicity turned quickly to stare at him. "You said it was uncovered just a few months ago, but couldn''t someone else have found it--used it--in the last century?" "I think not," Richard replied. "It was discovered in a sealed room within Sinclair''s house in London. Until the present owner began to remodel and knocked dow