The
team found the casket beneath the mound that had once been the ziggurat. A
sarcophagus, carved from a single block of stone.
The
lid felt smooth and cool as hematite, black as obsidian and forever, heavy as
granite and despair. A dozen bodies, long reduced to bone and faded
memory, lay on the ground before it in silent, screaming procession.
“On
three,” they said, and did not notice the lid move on ‘Two.’
* * *
The black sarcophagus found in Alexandria, of course.
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