The driver of the taxi stank. Not just a polite smell, but the disgusting smell of unwashed skin. Sweat layered upon sweat upon sweat.
Nasty.
Amanda wondered again why she was sitting in the taxi. Or rather, wondered whether what she was doing was the right thing.
A ring of gold, a mask of bone and a book of lies.
Three items of untold power and wealth, or so people in the “antiquities” world believed.
It began to rain as the taxi slowed to a halt in front of the King’s Hill museum.
Stepping out onto the curb Amanda tilted her face towards the sky.
It feels so good. So .. natural.
Amanda walked up the stairs to the museum entrance.
Gold. Bone and Lies. Walk in, grab them, walk out.
Easy enough.
Turns out it wasn’t really so.
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