Queen of the Eternal Nile
The museum, Professor Hassan, the forgotten journal, the old photograph, the restoration center, the ancient scroll.
Then every page I had read during my trip through Egypt; every legend, every whisper and every mystery.
My breathing caught.
"No..." I whispered.
My eyes slowly lifted toward him.
"Kharef..."
I repeated his name but this time, not as a question but as realization. I stumbled backward until my legs touched the edge of the bed.
My gaze darted toward the open balcony.
Beyond it… Towering sandstone buildings stretched toward the bright blue sky. Temple pylons, obelisks, palm-lined roads and the mighty Nile shimmering beneath the morning sun.