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that first word became lost in the ear-shattering boom that rang through the chamber as the stone slab slammed to the floor like a drawbridge. Everyone’s hands immediately shot to their ears as the echo subsided and the plume of dust slowly settled to the floor. Silence filled the room. All eyes were fixed on the gaping black entrance, where once there’d been a wall. A stale musk rose from the dark chamber, the seal must have been air tight, or very close to it. People began holding their noses, and covering their mouths with tissues to protect against the foul smell of a room that hadn’t had anyone inside for thousands of years.
    Slowly the team began to move forward, torches and lamps where held out in front of them. With whispered comments of ‘Careful,’ and ‘Watch your step,’ the group edged towards the tomb. Amy watched a moment as the first of the team stepped up onto the foot thick slab and moved into the final chamber, his torch barely penetrating the gloom within.
    As a couple more entered, and Jonathon moved forward as well, Amy sighed, grabbed the nearest lamp and followed everyone else. As she neared that foreboding entrance, she got that feeling again, the feeling of impending doom, but she couldn’t help it, she had to see it for herself, Yasmin would need a report after all. What would she say if she didn’t go in? ‘Sorry Yasmin, I was too scared to enter the dark room.’ Yasmin would kill her on the spot.
    She stepped up onto the slab and down again into the room.
    There were plenty of torches and a couple of lamps in here now, but the shadows seemed reluctant to give up their hold of this room, the light just didn’t seem to penetrate the darkness quite so easily in here. As she watched the team move around, she saw a couple of them jumping at shadows or seeing something out of the corner of their eye that made them gasp. Amy had the same feeling, as if nothing could be trusted in here. Up wasn’t up and down wasn’t down, the walls seemed solid one moment and paper thin the next, the whole room felt wrong.
    Amy knew the feeling well, it was the feeling you got when strong Magic was at work, Magi learned to use this feeling, to recognise it and to let it inform them. She wasn’t about to run out of there, but she proceeded much more carefully now because something felt wrong. They were in the middle of a Dead Magic Zone, Magic should be impossible, and yet she felt sure she could feel it all around her.
    Amy wondered if the Dead Magic Zone could be a shell, so that once inside she would be able to use her Magic? The thought had never crossed her mind as she still felt disconnected to the flow of Magical energy. Curiosity getting the better of her, she tried to call upon her Magic, but nothing happened, disproving her theory. Amy didn’t understand it; it broke all the known laws of Magic. Looking out over the room once more, she felt way out of her depth here.
    The largest room in the Tomb Complex, quite deep with a high ceiling, the room had a grandeur to it that the others lacked. The walls were covered in Ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphics of a highly detailed nature, similar to the ones on the huge sarcophagus or altar in the centre of the room that a couple of the team were examining. This huge edifice clearly fascinated some of the group with its sheer size, at least three times too big for just one person to be inside. The covering stone slab alone would be extremely difficult to move given its probable weight, but it would have to be done.
    Amy steeled herself and walked into the chamber, around to the left, away from where most of the team were. She ran her fingers over the wall markings as she gazed at its intricacy. Without a doubt it would easily prove to be the best-preserved chamber in whole complex. She gazed at the markings and the script itself, she had become quite adept at picking out the odd word here and there and did her best to read it.
    However, the seventh word her