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VOLUME 3

Extracts

COVER
PTAH - INTRODUCTION
ART MUSEUM
TRUCK IN THE NIGHT
DUAMUTEF - JARS
SEKHMET
QEBEHSENUEF
HAPY
DUAMUTEF - LID
THOTH
SELQET
CROSSING OVER
SPHINX AND GRIFFON


 
   

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RUCK IN THE NIGHT

Thwack.
Beppe jumps pulling his head back in nearly loosing his grease stained peak cap out into the razor sharp cold wind.
The wind has caught the acrylic vinyl tarp and whacked it against the wooden restraints.

“Funculo!” Beppe shouts.
Vince just laughs.
Suddenly he feels as if the one of the sealed Aluminium containers under the wraps of the vinyl protection is sliding to the left.
Vince smiling mouth is formulating a statement of concern while Beppe is
about to wind up the window now that he has spotted Antonio’s rig.
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Eeee-oooow. The scream pierced the cold wind.
Bebi’s hand froze on the electric window button while his wide open eyes throws the question at Vince.
Vince hits the air-breaks and the emergency indicators.
His face is stone where the only words that escape his lost sentence are:
“Cutso deao” Vince’s grin has long gone - forgotten for eternity.
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