Echoes of Ancient Egypt - Part 7
Tory woke before the first light touched the courtyard. For a moment, she forgot where she was. The woven mat beneath her felt too firm, and the air smelled of warm clay and incense. Then the memory of the night before returned all at once. The temple. The visions. As Sitamun’s face was lit by torchlight, Lydia’s hand gripped hers as the walls seemed to breathe. Lydia stirred beside her. Her…
















