The next morning, Salma stood in the Luxor Museum, staring at a statue of a forgotten nobleman. She looked at the blue scarab in her hand and smiled By Abdel Latif Moubarak | Egypt Death was not the eternal slumber the priests of Amun had promised. It was a heavy, suffocating wait. Deep within the limestone heart of the Theban Necropolis on the West Bank of Luxor, a single grain of sand shifted. It was followed by the dry, rhythmic rasp of anc…
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