He had just slammed down an object upon a table in the tent, raising a small duststorm: a book. Not just any book—an oversize, improbably heavy, brass-hinged volume, its obsidian covers carved with ornate, vaguely ominous hieroglyphs.
'The Book of the Dead," Lock-nah announced in his resonant baritone.
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