The shades of the pharaohs lived in the earth itself, in the geological time of millions of years. The ancient pharaohs who slept there since time immemorial were beyond the world of light above them, beyond the busy potters and masons who sold their handiwork to tourists for their daily bread, beyond the incessant trade of the small villages nearby, beyond even the rise of modern Cairo in the last two centuries.
The silence was so great it nearly matched the darkness in the ancient stone cliffs that slumbered, unwavering, with their secrets.
It was the dead of midnight in the Valley of the Kings.
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