Phearson: It says that there are people, living among us, who do not die. It says that they are born, and they live, and they die, and they live again, the same life, a thousand times. And these people, being as they are infinitely old and infinitely wise, get together sometimes - no one really knows where - and have... well, it depends on which text you're reading what they have. Some say conspiratorial meetings in white robes, others go for orgies at which the next generation of their kin are created. I don't believe in either, because the Klan has really dented the white-robe fashion down South, and orgies are everyone's first bet.
Harry: And this is the Cronus Club?
Phearson: Yes, sir. Like the Illuminati without the glamour, or the Masons without the cufflinks, a self-perpetuating society spread across the ages for the infinite and the timeless. I had to investigate it because someone said the Russians were, and from what I can tell it's a fantasy created by a very bored mind, but then... then someone like you comes along, Dr August, and that really throws off my paperwork.
The village comprises those who have grown up locally, thinking nothing of the near immortality the caverns provide, and those whom fate has led here. To these people, death comes to animals and the people who choose it at the end of a long string of healthy years.
—"The Village Secret," Mysterious Places
