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The Offering

... used in cooking. The next chamber took Cameron’s breath away. Everywhere, the glitter of gold and gems adorned the bed frames, tables, sedan chairs, gaming boards, elaborate storage boxes, and other objects in the chamber. Small placards numbered each item. At the back of the room, Ka statues of Djeserit, even more beautiful than those of Emuishere, guarded the entrance to the burial chamber of the priestess. “You will have the privilege of opening the chamber,” Abasi revealed. Overwhelmed, Cameron couldn’t respond. She stood in the greatest find since Tutankhamen, and it was now her responsibility. She would be the first to gaze upon the final resting place of a powerful priestess – the first to enter the chamber in thousands of years. “We must return. The Secretary has ordered that none will enter or remain in the tomb after nightfall, for added security.” Cameron sighed, wanting nothing more than to remain inside until exhaustion claimed her. “Such is not true of the tomb where we have stored the artifacts for initial examination, however,” Abasi hinted with a wink. The promise of that succeeded in drawing Cameron back to the surface. **** “You should really introduce yourself to the team, you know?” Trent said from the doorway of the storage tomb, where Cameron sat behind a desk reviewing the notes of the others who had come before her. Cameron looked up, rubbed her eyes, and then stretched. She snapped her arms back to her side with a scowl when she saw Trent admiring ...

... the pose. He cleared his throat and said, “Sorry. You’re just as beautiful as ever, and...” “Don’t start,” Cameron snapped, and stood up. She gestured to the notes on the desk and asked, “What exactly happened to Gerald and Wendal?” “Gerald came down with appendicitis the day after we opened the first burial chamber. There were complications with the surgery, and he opted to return to the States for treatment. A week later, Wendal started hallucinating the day after we opened the hidden door connecting the tombs. The doctors said he was extremely dehydrated, and that his kidneys were on the verge of failure when he arrived at the hospital. He went back home as soon as he was stabilized, too.” “What does that leave me?” “Fresh graduates, mostly. A couple have as much as five years of field experience, but they’re all young. We weren’t expecting anything like this, you know? Mind you, they’re all good people, far better than their lack of experience might suggest.” He paused and shrugged, offering a smile. “And me.” “Regardless of what I may think of you personally, you’re a good archaeologist, Trent. I’m going to need your help in coordinating things. I’m willing to let the past be the past, but there’s nothing of the past in the future – if you know what I mean?” “Yeah,” he answered, sounding a little disappointed. “And I need your help in calming things down. Everyone is nervous, whispering about curses. It started with the locals, but it’s infected the team as well. They’re ...