As I rode through the place, I understood why most Montauk Century bike competitions began in the Town of Babylon. This place looked extremely prosperous! The buildings were as beautifully decorated as they were architecturally ornate. The roads were in superb condition, far better than what I had seen so far. Alongside of the town center, there were parks with a series of small ponds and walking paths through the pond. By this point, my leg muscles felt like pistons of blistering pain as I kept pedalling along. Storm clouds were converging overhead, and I saw a Free Mason's lodge by the roadside. I thought about just staying there for the night or to at least ride out the storm. But then I remembered that I had not yet passed the 2nd of 3 mysterious of the Masonic Guild. In any case, I rode on, ever mindful of the time and the approaching storm.
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