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Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Tanya peered through her binoculars again. It was 6:30 on a balmy late August evening and Dr. Walker should be making the trek between the L station and his apartment, coming home for the weekend.
She shifted her weight on the rusty fire escape and saw something move at the end of the alleyway. This was the most vulnerable point of his journey, a secluded shortcut through a little-used space between buildings. A quick glance in the binoculars showed shaggy dark hair, glasses, and the tan trench coat he always wore. He was even carrying something, which was a bonus. A target with his hands full was a distracted target.
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"Yes," he darted forwards and opened the book, flipping through to a specific page. "This is from a temple in Sepermeru," he tapped an illustration, depicting a person being mummified. "You see, the Egyptians had a sort of visual code, so someone reading it could tell if a person was alive or dead. This man, he is still alive."
She took a closer look. He certainly looked like a regular human, but it was hard to tell with the highly stylistic sideways figures. "So he's not being mummified?"
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