Part One: The Weight of a Throne The reading room of the Abydos excavation house was cold in ways that had nothing to do with the desert night. The silence sat like a elephant in the room. Dr. Miriam Kessler sat across from Dr. Julian Ashworth, a single kerosene lamp between them, the fragmented ivory …
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BASIC INFORMATION Full Name: Professor Emile Thierry Bouchard Title: Senior Historian, Order of the Scarab; Emeritus Professor of Egyptology, Sorbonne University; Former Keeper of the Paris Archives Age: 68 at time of death Date of Birth: March 9th Date of Death: November 17th, 2024 (Saqqara, Egypt) Place of Birth: Lyon, France Current Residence: (Deceased) A …
BASIC INFORMATION Full Name: Dr. Julian Alexander Ashworth Title: Field Operations Specialist, Order of the Scarab; Lecturer in Military History (on indefinite leave), Royal Military Academy Sandhurst Age: 41 Date of Birth: March 21st Place of Birth: London, England Current Residence: A spare room in Miriam's flat (he claims it's "temporary"; it's been eight months); …
The excavation house at Saqqara was cold in ways that had nothing to do with the desert night. Dr. Miriam Kessler sat across from her mentor, Professor Emile Bouchard, a single kerosene lamp between them, the fragmented limestone relief spread like a wound on the folding table. "You're wrong about Djoser," Emile said, not for the first time. "You've been wrong for eighteen months, and the Order is growing impatient." Miriam didn't look up. She traced her finger along the carved hieroglyphs—the name of the king, the title of his vizier, the enumeration of his years. "The Order can be impatient. The dead are not." She had been saying versions of that sentence since she was twenty-two years old, a fresh-faced doctoral student who had stumbled into the Order's orbit by accident. Or perhaps not by accident. Perhaps the dead had guided her there, the way they guided everything else. Fifteen years ago, she had been a different woman.
My first stream of Expedition 33 turned out to be a much more positive experience than I expected, and honestly it set a really good tone for how I want my streaming journey to go. Going into it, I was a bit nervous because I wasn’t sure how people would respond, and I also didn’t …
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In the scorching sands of Egypt, where the ancient pyramids stood as silent sentinels, there lurked a terror far more sinister than any mummy's curse. The Great Sphinx, that enigmatic guardian of Giza, was said to hold a dark secret—a secret that whispered through the dunes and echoed in the nightmares of those who dared …
The first thing they forget is the wetness. Not the water itself, but the feeling of it. The slickness on the skin, the way it fills the mouth, the simple, profound relief of it. I am Tefnut. I am moisture. I am the slick on the inside of your skull, the sweat on your lover's …
The creek’s chill barely registered. His body was a tool, calibrated for endurance, and cold was just another variable in the equation. But the other thing—the pull at his focus, the persistent, unwanted awareness of the woman stepping carefully behind him—that was a variable he had not accounted for. It was a weakness. A point …
The Flame That HealsThe air in the Hall of Mirrors is not air, but the memory of a cleansing fire. It is the space between the rage that burns and the calm that heals, the breath held after a fever breaks. The walls are not stone but polished alabaster, and they do not reflect your …
The air in the Hall of Mirrors is not air, but the memory of a cleansing fire. It is the space between the rage that burns and the calm that heals, the breath held after a fever breaks. The walls are not stone but polished alabaster, and they do not reflect your face, but the …