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The Book of ThothAs Lara searches for the Mythical Book of Thoth, her journey takes her to the fabled City of the Death, in Egypt. She must find Prince Neferkaptah's tomb where the book is said to have been buried.
Amongst the sand and ruins of The City, as the sun sets, she finds a small entrance hidden from the inexperienced eye. Lara crawls through the small entry, and as she goes deeper it gets harder to breathe. The tunnel has a slight slope and seems to go on forever. With the entrance far behind, soon Lara is involved in darkness. Suddenly, the tunnel ends abruptly and Lara falls into the dark.
As Lara gets up she turns on her light source and reali
An Angel in The Darkness: Pt 8
I smelled smoke.
My eyes opened, and gazed up at the night sky. Stars were scattered there like shards of crystal. An owl hooted softly.
I rolled over. Putai gazed back at me from across the campfire.
How do you feel?
I sat up. My ribs were unbroken; my tears dried.
I feel changed, I whispered. Softer calmer.
He has drained the poison from your heart, Lara. Youve carried so long youd forgotten it was there. Please, try and eat something.
I accepted the flask of water and bread; simple fare to welcome the spirit back into the body
Chapter 41: Black EyesWhen I escaped from the Legion, bahanji, I returned to Khusuma Bharadji. At the end of the day that was all I could do, as I knew no other home. I found my home village destroyed, but we, the untouchable, never had too many possessions, and had capacity to reborn when trampled. Father had died, my two younger brothers as well, but my mother and another brother had survived. I was the only daughter so I was, as I later learned, the only problem for my family.
We wept for the dead, but it was actually a relief. In my village there was very little food and too many mouths to feed. We cried more for men than for women and more for adults than f