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Echoes of the Forgotten Tomb
#WritcoStoryPrompt35
The discovery was mind blowing by most standards. I mean who unearths an Egyptian mummy after so many centuries?
"Dr.Hima! "
I turn surprised by my assistant's shout. His wide, frightened eyes stare back at me. "What is it, Ron?"
He points at the corner of the mummy's coffin. "That's dried blood, Dr. I think there's someone else in there with that mummy."
The discovery was mind-blowing by most standards. I mean, who unearths an Egyptian mummy after so many centuries?
“Dr. Hima!”
I turn, surprised by my assistant's shout. His wide, frightened eyes stare back at me. “What is it, Ron?”
He points at the corner of the mummy's coffin. “That’s dried blood, Dr. I think there’s someone else in there with that mummy.”
I quickly shine my flashlight at the spot Ron’s trembling finger indicates. The blood is indeed there, dark and crusted, unmistakable against the aged wood of the coffin. My heart races as my mind tries to comprehend the implications. This wasn’t just a mummy's tomb; it was a potential crime scene frozen in time.
“Get back, Ron. We need to document this,” I say, keeping my voice steady, even though my hands...
The discovery was mind blowing by most standards. I mean who unearths an Egyptian mummy after so many centuries?
"Dr.Hima! "
I turn surprised by my assistant's shout. His wide, frightened eyes stare back at me. "What is it, Ron?"
He points at the corner of the mummy's coffin. "That's dried blood, Dr. I think there's someone else in there with that mummy."
The discovery was mind-blowing by most standards. I mean, who unearths an Egyptian mummy after so many centuries?
“Dr. Hima!”
I turn, surprised by my assistant's shout. His wide, frightened eyes stare back at me. “What is it, Ron?”
He points at the corner of the mummy's coffin. “That’s dried blood, Dr. I think there’s someone else in there with that mummy.”
I quickly shine my flashlight at the spot Ron’s trembling finger indicates. The blood is indeed there, dark and crusted, unmistakable against the aged wood of the coffin. My heart races as my mind tries to comprehend the implications. This wasn’t just a mummy's tomb; it was a potential crime scene frozen in time.
“Get back, Ron. We need to document this,” I say, keeping my voice steady, even though my hands...
