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Dr. Whittaker’s trembling hands gently brushed the last particles of sand off an unadorned sarcophagus, unlike any they'd seen before. As he pried it open, an unnatural silence fell, broken only by the soft whispering of his own name in a voice that hadn’t tasted air for thousands of years.

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Dr. Whittaker’s trembling hands gently brushed the last particles of sand off an unadorned sarcophagus, unlike any they'd seen before. As he pried it open, an unnatural silence fell, broken only by the soft whispering of his own name in a voice that hadn’t tasted air for thousands of years.	119