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The Offering

... of the air, heavy with the scent of sweat, or the almost unbearable heat, made worse by the crowd filling the chamber. Believing she’d given everyone enough time to prepare their cameras, she struck the chisel. The ringing sound reverberated throughout the chamber, loud and offensive to Cameron’s ears. She struck the chisel again, harder this time, and the tip penetrated the plaster. She could smell the stale air escaping from the chamber beyond, air that had last mingled with the atmosphere thousands of years ago. Her anticipation now swelling, she moved the chisel and hit it again. Four more blows opened a hole about the size of a fist. She lowered the hammer and chisel. Trent approached and took the tools, replacing them with a flashlight. Cameron turned on the light and leaned in close, peering through one edge of the hole while she shone the light inside with the other. “What do you see?” someone asked, apparently unable to contain his anxiety. Cameron pulled back from the hole and wiped a tear from her eye. “At the risk of plagiarization – wonderful things .” Applause rang out, and Cameron bowed her head to acknowledge it before continuing. “I can see a gilded shrine. The detail is incredible. It can’t be more than two or three feet away from the doorway.” She gestured to the diggers at the back of the room. “I think I’ll let the experts handle this.” The diggers approached, and soon enough, fine powder made the air even more difficult to breathe. The men did their ...

... best to suppress the dust by catching the falling plaster in woven baskets, with questionable success. None felt the urge to leave, however. More of the gilded shrine within emerged into view with every strike of a chisel. People jostled each other, trying to see beyond the diggers, gasping and whispering in amazement. Finally, the diggers stepped aside. The shrine depicted the gods and goddesses, as expected, but directly in front of the doorway, the wide eyes of the witnesses beheld something unique. Carved wooden figures of Djeserit and Emuishere – covered in gold and jewels – embraced, their lips pressed together in a kiss, with a two-ended phallus joining them, held in the center by Emuishere. Cameron fought against the reddening of her cheeks. “Abasi, Trent, will you join me, please?” “My thanks to you,” Abasi said with uncharacteristic excitement in his voice as he approached. “Thank you, Cameron,” Trent agreed when he reached her side, his voice as full of genuine surprised gratitude as Abasi’s was with excitement. The three entered the burial chamber, and almost immediately froze in place. A quiet wail echoed throughout the tomb. Cameron could tell from the reactions of the two men at her side that she hadn’t imagined it. A glance behind her showed most of those in the chamber beyond staring back into the tomb, confirming Cameron’s estimation of the origin of the sound. “Happy Halloween,” Trent muttered under his breath, prompting an angry stare from Cameron. Abasi ...