Shards of Ankh
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Thea Amaris' world is about to change forever. When the curator of the National Art and Science museum receives a shipment straight from Egypt containing the broken shards of three vases and one canopic jar, she assumes it's just going to be another work day. Little does she know that her reality is about to unravel, leading her on an unknown path filled with danger, death, and perhaps most importantly, love.
Will anyone believe her when she starts to have dreams of a time long ago, dreams that seem to be more than just dreams? Thea fears for her sanity; she doesn't know she should also fear for her life.
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My entry in The Golden Writers Writing Contest. Held by @TriciaDehler. The story idea is a prompt from her; the story will be my own.
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