Howard Carter’s footsteps echoed faintly through the dim, narrow tomb passage. The 64-year-old archaeologist gazed at the light cast by his torch, his eyes unfocused and filled with fear. In the glow, shrouded by darkness, stood a half-open stone door, flanked by seated statues of the pharaoh and the queen, their narrow eyes gazing silently ahead.
Chapter 23: A Human Face in a Dream (2)
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