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| New fiction - The Cleopatra Death Conspiracy |
A
mysteriously chosen group, they had been driven to this unknown site in Land
Cruisers by night, blindfolded.
The
vehicles had departed, abandoning them, and they’d been led toiling up a rocky
path on a mountain or cliff face and eventually admitted via low passages into
some large underground vault where voices echoed in empty space.
When
the blindfolds came off, it had revealed more darkness until they reached for
their flashlights. Spurts of yellow beams began washing across columns in an ancient
entrance hall.
Lawrence
looked around, marvelling at the sight. His flashlight illuminated faces of a
cow eared goddess carved into the columns.
“What
is this place?” he said in an enthralled whisper.
Here,
brought to life, was the setting of every historical fantasy he had ever wanted
to write, every dream he ever dared to dream, every mystery he had ever wanted
to believe in.
They
had been brought here on the wishes of a dead man, James Hollister.
Before
he died, the rich and cancer-ridden archaeologist had invited a group of chosen
individuals to this secret location in Egypt.
The
lure?
The
execution of his last will and testament. Hollister would bequeath to them a
great secret discovery, which, if ever revealed, would electrify the world.
A
group of intrigued beneficiaries.
