Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve: The Tomb Of Origins
- The air beneath Abydos was different.
- Not stale or decayed—preserved.
- As Vera stepped through the threshold, the temperature dropped sharply. Dust clung to her skin, not with dryness, but like memory reaching out to greet her. The massive stone door sealed behind her with a low, hydraulic hiss. Not ancient. Engineered.