Cult

Rachael Payne

Copyright 2011 by Rachael Payne

Smashwords Edition

















Cult

The day had faded into night yet she was undeterred. Lighting two gas lamps she placed them down onto the massive stone sarcophagus and ran her hand over the engravings. This find was just too good to leave even for sleep. There was a slight breeze, she felt it gently move through her long dark hair. It was getting colder but she ignored her body’s reaction to the drop in temperature, paid no attention to the goose bumps and chills.

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