Mission 15 - Part 3: Prologue

Mission 15 - Part 3
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Warrior Path Epilogue	Mission 15 - Part 3	
Inside the King’s Eyes’ hideout, everyone waited on pins and needles for something - anything - to happen, now that they knew things were in motion once again. Menes had just arrived to tell them Ptolemy and the others had succeeded and made camp in front of the tomb. The path was open, the passage safe, and they now waited for those at the hideout to join them.
But first, they needed to wait for Cecil to return. Alaric’s relief had been immense when Cecil had gone out of the cave saying he had sensed ‘mons approaching, and one of them was Gawain. The return of his captain quieted something he’d been trying to quell for days: the panic that reminded him of his nightmares, hot and burning on his mind. Of course, it wouldn’t truly go away until he actually saw Gawain and ensured his safety-
Or it’d come back full force, flooding his senses with dread. Cecil came into view with Gawain right behind him… and the Charizard’s chest and wing were wrapped in thick bandages, sandy from travel. Alaric’s eyes widened, and he started to slither in a frantic pace towards his friend- but Matteo stopped him with a paw against his front.
: No need to rush, they’re coming.
Alaric took a deep breath, pushing his fear aside as he had done for days. Behind Gawain were the rest of the Aetherian warriors, piling into the entrance with Gawain and Cecil leading the way. They cast cautious glances around the hideout, but they soon settled close together, and Matteo pulled Cecil and Gawain aside towards Alaric for a more private conversation.
: Great timing. Just as I hoped, you made it in time for the big event. I assumed Cecil filled you in somewhat about what happened?
: Yeh, th’ ghost of th’ former Pharaoh? We’ve dealt wit’ somethin’ like tha’ before. As long as I don’t lose my mind again, I’m all good t’ fight some ghosts.
: … Where's Osmund?
: With the assassination attempt thwarted and the rebels captured, Osmund has stayed behind with Hager and some warriors to keep them secured.
: (sighing) Good. That's good.
: Yes, so we finish’d our task. Cecil said you finish’d yer surprise "task" here as well, so I’m ready t’ go wrap this up. 
: Are you?
: Wha’?
: Those wrappings- How severe are your injuries?
: Bothersome- but not prohibitin’ me from partakin’ in th’ upcomin’ fight.
: Gawain-
: Listen, they got a good hit in an’ damag’d my wing. Gwen can look at it when we get back, an’ I’ll take some time off aft’r this is all over, since I don’t particularly feel th’ need to read some dusty books in a library. 
: It forces me t’ walk, which is, like I said, bothersome, but I have enough burnin’ in my arsenal t’ compensate. 
: Good, because our Sandshrew friend here is going to take us to the tomb.
: But the warriors, they’ve just traveled a long distance, and with Gawain’s wing- I think they should rest.
: We did rest briefly a’ Herep-inet, though tha’ visit was cut short-
: We should take a couple of hours so you can-
: We do not have that luxury.
: I agree; I think that would be unwise. The fact that the sandstorm has completely left us now… If we are no longer considered a threat, our enemy must have become aware of the people on his doorstep.
: That's my hope. If his eye is no longer on us, he must be unaware of Gawain's party. I'm glad they made it back on time, it will give us an edge he won't suspect.
The Charizard stared at the Pikachu pointedly, awkwardly shuffling his uninjured wing as he crossed his arms.
: You an’ me need t’ have a talk when this is all over. I don’t like th’ way yer playin’ chess wit’ our lives.
: Spent some time speaking with Osmund, I see… Like I’ve told him in the past, I’m merely trying to observe and anticipate our enemies’ movements to protect as many lives as I possibly can.
: Yer withholdin’ information - like ‘bout this place, th’ “King’s Eyes,” an’ “Ptolemy,” an’ before-
: If I’m not certain of something, or feel like it could negatively impact your reactions, I hold my tongue. You may not like it, but due to the circumstances, I have acted in your best interest and that of your king’s. This is the only way to safely access the library, after all. 
: Do not think I have not noticed it either, Matteo- but unfortunately with my altered state of mind… I do agree it might have been the best course of action. I did make assumptions about the people here. 
Seb skipped up to the adults at this precise moment, ignoring the tension in the air.
: My dad will follow up on his promise and take you to the library. He’ll probably also forgive you for saying bad things too - he’s a really good guy after all!
: Yer dad? Wait, who is this child?
: Seb’s the rebel leader, Ptolemy’s, son.
: He has a son? They keep children ‘ere?
: Apparently so.
: Where else would we live?
: Fair point - just, ya don’t always think ‘bout tha’ other side o’ things, people havin’ families an’ stuff…
: Urgh, regardless, we still need t’ talk–
: Listen Gawain, I assure you I will gladly discuss how diplomacy works and how having someone take something the wrong way, having a temper, and starting a fight and scaring away potential allies isn’t really beneficial. 
: Rather temperamental yerself today, aren’t ya?
: The idea of an unstoppable ghost army being unleashed upon Avalon is a cause for some stress, wouldn’t you agree?
: Enough squabbling! If there truly is no time to rest, we shall depart. But Gawain, you are staying here.
: Yeh, tha’s not happenin’.
: Without your wing, your mobility is limited, and you’ve just traveled a fair amount-!
: Ya cannot stop me from comin’-!
Alaric and Gawain continued to go back and forth, their argument growing louder, and Matteo, Cecil, and Seb glanced at each other with mild frustration.
: This might go on for a bit. Perhaps we should at least let everyone get some water, even if we don't have time for a full rest.
: On it!
The Larvitar rushed off, leaving Matteo and Cecil with the bickering king and captain, and the Pikachu’s tail lashed in time with the argument.
: I suppose, showing up with our warriors all drained wouldn’t be wise. I might have lost my sense too much…
: Understandably so, but not very like you, I must say. Ever since that book was mentioned–
The Lucario tilted his head at the Pikachu, who in turn sighed and cleared his throat to catch Gawain's attention.
: You are right, Gawain, I might have had my worry get the best of me. Seb is getting some things for you and your warriors to refuel.
: Wha’? Oh, yes - happens to th’ best of us - but unfortunately, yer not actually wrong ‘bout us havin’ to hurry.
: (taking a moment to steady himself) What do you mean?
: Unless ya intercept’d Yubel before us–
: The Kirlia from the palace? Unlike you, I did not sense her anywhere near the King’s Eyes. 
: Damn. Not sure if ya know this part yet, but Yubel’s actually workin’ as some kind o’ messenger for this big bad o’ yers. Our cactus friend thinks she went behind th’ guy’s back though, to arrange tha’ assassination on Sa’Perah Ah. Can’t be sure, ‘cause she gave Hager th’ slip.
: Sa’Perah Ah's the only one who seems to know where the Tome is. I suspect her death would not be something he'd want before he got the book. 
: It's hard to fathom. That girl is… odd, but to think she played such a role? 
: And you think she went straight to tell her master of what happened in the oasis?
: Well, she did head in this general direction.
: It’s possible she headed straight for the tomb. I was trying to sense your auras out there, I wasn’t extending my senses in that direction… Too much interference there anyway.
: Yeh, tha’s wha’ I’m sayin’, we might indeed not have all tha’ much time to sit on our laurels. My feelin’s tha’ we were not far behind her; she got a head start, bu’ she was injured an’ alone. 
: Well, mostly. 
: Mostly?
: Seein’ as we didn’ know where to look fer ya, I got th’ idea to swing by Herep-inet an’ get directions to this place from Midge. I figured since Hager an’ her– well, never mind, point is, she said she’s seen a glass-eyed ghost fillin’ a waterskin at th’ edge of town. An’ why would a ghost need water–?
: And you believe that ghost was assisting Yubel?
: Hager claimed she has some ghost helpers. He took most o’ ‘em out an’ we captured ‘em, but well, one could have gotten away.
: And about how much time would you say passed between the ghost’s sighting and your arrival at Herep-inet?
: Ehh… She was sayin’ it wasn’t tha’ long before. Saw it jus’ ‘bout dawn, an’ we arrived a bit ‘fore th’ afternoon. Seein’ as she had a larger head start than tha’, her pace was definitely slower than ours. We left immediately after searchin’ th’ town, she wasn’t hidin’ there anymore.
The air of exhaustion hanging over the warriors was growing thicker with every utterance of time from Gawain, whose own face betrayed his attempt to hide what little amount of sleep he’d gotten. Alaric scowled in concern.
: … We take an hour to rest.
: Not this ‘gain. In tha’ time, Yubel could–
: Just like you needed rest, so did Yubel. That’s likely the reason you caught up with her– seeing your wing as it is, I doubt you could have traveled fast yourself without immense strain.
: … It seems very likely that she stayed at Herep-inet just long enough to briefly rest and get her flask filled before resuming her journey after.
: (nodding) If this is the case, it’s unlikely we can catch her before she reaches the tomb. She may well already be there.
: Damn. 
: It’s possible Ptolemy intercepted her. They are stationed there, and looking at the timeline, they most definitely arrived long before her. But… she is just one small ‘mon, they are resting and do not expect her; it’s just as possible she managed to get in, especially if she had a ghost’s help.
: We should still make sure–
: If Yubel didn’t see you at the town, she must have assumed she got away, and that you are still at the oasis.
: I suppose tha’s possible, but why does tha’ matter–
: This could work to our benefit. If Yubel tells him of your exploits, he might assume Sa’Perah Ah would learn of his existence from you–
: He would give the order for his main army to start their invasion right then, instead of perhaps calling some of them back to help deal with Ptolemy. In fact, with Ptolemy showing up there, he might blame Yubel for it too. He's unaware of Jendayi, he might have assumed Yubel talked or was followed.
: The Tome is his only way to be free of his tomb. The idea that Sa’Perah Ah might take the book to where he can’t reach it would send him into a frenzy. 
: But wha’ ‘bout th’ people at th’ capital?! They can’t deal wit’ such a force, an’ Sa’Perah-
: Sa’Perah Ah should be on her way to us with the book. It might be his ticket to freedom and enriching his powers, but it’s ironically also needed to restore the tomb’s rites, destroy whatever potential artifact that’s been empowering him, and bring about his defeat. 
: Our best course of action to protect the people is for this to take place, then to work together with Ptolemy and Sa’Perah to break through whatever stands between us and him.
: And like Matteo said, since he’s not aware nor anticipating you being here, likely assuming you are at the capital and unsure about the state of the Claws-
: … He might send even more of his forces from the tomb towards the capital, despite Ptolemy's presence.
: Ptolemy is the lesser threat compared to eternal imprisonment in a tomb.
: I don’t like how this plan uses th’ people at th’ capital as a diversion…
: I don’t like it either, but if we all do our job… 
: Hopefully the guard can hold out until then. There’s unfortunately nothing we can do for them but–
: But make haste in our objectives.
: Indeed.
: So if we want to be successful, you take a moment to breathe and recuperate, that is an order.
: I have my own orders t’ protect ya. Those take precedence over everythin’ an’ I doubt you are stayin’ behind either.
: I’m going.
: Then so am I.
: So that’s settled. 
: I will go ahead, observe the area near the tomb, see if I can sense something, anything, change.
The Lucario turned to leave, quickly disappearing from sight, and Alaric dared to breathe again as Gawain accepted a canteen of water delivered by Seb. For a moment, the panic had been abated - and it would stay gone so long as he kept his captain in his sights. His plan was working thus far; he could only hope that it would continue once they got to the unknown that was their enemy’s lair.
Yubel wasn’t sure how long she’d been traveling: two days, or had it been three? It was impossible to think straight in the rising noonday heat, especially now that she’d downed the last of her water supply. Her last ghostly companion had disappeared somewhere after refilling her bottle for her when she’d been unable to get it herself in Herep-inet since the Aetherians had chased off the Claws, those fools.
Clutching her broken arm across her chest, cursing that traitorous Cacturne’s name and promising to bring him a world of regret as soon as she was finally in her rightful place, she stumbled forward. The thoughts of vengeance pushed her onwards as much as the promise of relief from the harsh sun that her nearby destination would provide.
However, the sight she saw beyond the last great dune that stood in her path was not what she had anticipated: the previously broken, buried, and abandoned statues strewn around the sandy plains in front of the great tomb's entrance were activated, revealing the path through the hazardous sand. Just past the last statue, crude rocky shelters had been erected, shielding a multitude of Pokémon, the culprits of this mess, from the harsh sun.
Yubel scowled when she spotted a certain Tyranitar moving around the camp while conversing with someone who unmistakingly wore a crest of Aether. 
: How are they here too!? URGH, I’ll be sure that entire nation gets what’s coming to them as soon as I’m Pharaoh!
: Once he releases our army, these fools will get a preview of what happens to anyone who stands in my way!
The Kirlia carefully scanned the area, calculating the time she’ll need to get to the tomb using her own path. As long as she levitated like the ghosts showed her, the sinkholes shouldn’t be a problem and the ghosts won’t attack her either. But with the layout of the camp in front of the entrance, there would be no way to get in completely unnoticed.
: Of all the times I could have used one of those annoying sandstorms!
She decided it was best to just make a break for it; after all, the promised end of her enemies could only be unleashed by he who commanded their army to do her bidding and he was hidden in the inner chamber of the sanctum. The small horned ‘mon slid down the dune, moving to use her telekinesis to levitate just as she was about to reach the bottom. 
It wasn’t long before she approached their makeshift camp, slowing her pace and pulling her cloak around herself tighter. Though it’s far from nightfall, still the Pokémon in the camp seemed tired and distracted, and extending her ability to feel for any alarm, she found none: best not to dwell on it. She stayed on the outer perimeter of the camp, steadily sneaking towards the tomb; just when she passed the last shelter and prepared to make a mad dash towards the entrance, she heard someone call out to her.
Time for that mad dash– now. Yubel spurted forwards, cursing under her breath as the calling out turned into shouting, and thunderous footsteps became audible. She glanced off her shoulder - was that a Rhydon, running straight for her?
What began as simple warnings to not go near the tomb, Ptolemy’s orders, have turned into aggression; she’s definitely been identified as the enemy now. Several attacks were thrown her way, and maneuvering around the rocks shooting up from the ground to halt her advance was an ordeal, as was expending the energy she doesn’t have in blocking those that come a little too close. Gnashing her teeth against the pain, the adrenaline didn't numb until finally she felt the tomb’s steps underneath her feet. 
She turned around the gloat, only to nearly get smashed to bits by a boulder - that is most definitely a Rhydon standing only paces away from her! Turning around, she hurried into the tomb, her skirts flapping around her. Behind her the footsteps came to an abrupt halt as someone shouted out to not follow her inside, who knew what lay in wait for them, and Yubel let a wicked grin cross her face.
Oh, they had no idea!
: I’ll show all of them, they’ll see.
Yubel delved deeper through the temple, plunging into its depths, through a destroyed wall in the back of a grandiose tomb, and into a limestone tunnel burrowing into the mountain. If she looked deeply at the walls tightening in on her from either side, she swore that she could see fingernail markings on their surface, as if the tunnel had been carved into existence by someone clawing their way out to escape… but that was surely a trick of the low light coming from the end of the tunnel.
She shook off the gloomy thoughts as she reached the origin of the dim light: oil lamps flickering on rocky shelves around a large space hollowed out in the temple, the supposed final resting place of Nakht-pa-Aten, the one who had promised her glory and power. Something dripped from the ceiling into puddles littering the area, coating the endless piles of gold, artifacts, and masks resembling various Pokémon faces in unidentifiable liquid.
At the far end of the room sat an elevated dais - and on that dais stood her partner, Nakht-pa-Aten. Still as he was, she might have been fooled into thinking he was asleep. But he never slept, and shadows stirred around him as his voice, a low drone that buzzed throughout her body, thundered from the golden coffin that now made his corporeal form.
: Why are you here? Your arm, it is… Has your deception been discovered? Were you followed here?
: Of course not, I would never be so stupid–
: Then how is Ptolemy here?
: I dunno, I certainly didn’t tell–
: Nobody else knows, Yubel. I have made certain of that.
: M-Maybe one of the ghosts blabbed?
: They would not be able to resist me! 
Yubel stumbled backward as Nakht-pa-Aten’s shadows spread through the room, crawling along the walls and oozing from the ceiling. This is new, he had never acted this way towards her before. Sure, she’d seen him intimidate others like this, but never her, not his partner, his confident, his right hand…
: Did you talk? Did you betray me?!
: N-No, of course, why are you acting this way?
The shadows continued to wriggle on the walls, snuffing out a few of the oil lamps, and Yubel suddenly tripped over a golden ball. Panicking, she fell on her backside, eyes landing on what knocked her over - and a memory of an oddly-colored beetle rose to her mind, allowing her to clutch it as she would a lifeline.
: That bug! Those little bugs, the ball rollers, they knew about you too!
Nakht-pa-Aten went silent, and the shadows paused. Thoughts seemed to pass through the coffin’s mind, whirling like dark clouds on the horizon.
: Did one of them get away? I thought I had gotten them all, but there were so many…
: The one who made this one–
She touched the orb - but quickly let go as anger returned to Nakht-pa-Aten’s crimson eyes - and she sucked in a quick breath as she adjusted to a kneeling position.
: The one who made these gold ones, you let him live so he could make more… remember?
: Ahh, yes, I did spare that one. I remember now, he slipped my mind… but I hardly think he would have sought out Ptolemy. He does not know he exists. No, those little bugs know nothing but building. So I find your theory… unlikely.
The shadows began to move again, this time towards Yubel, and she flinched as their tendrils stroked the ground near her knees.
: No, it must be one of those things, I can prove it! They are needed to activate the path outside, right? Well, the path is activated, I saw it- you can check with your ghosts! That’s how Ptolemy made it here! How else could he have, he doesn’t know the path I use!
For a moment, the ghost was quiet, his burning gaze wavering as if he were holding a hidden conversation with someone. He then sighed, and the shadows started to retreat back into him, light returning to the oil lamps.
: So it is true. How unlikely for such an insignificant bug.
: Well, it matters not. Ptolemy is no threat. In fact, my armies could not reach him in the King’s Eyes’ hideout. That bug might have given me something better than gold: a way to deal with him personally.
One of the last shadows reached down to help Yubel carefully to her feet, pulling her by her uninjured arm with a spectral palm before disappearing into Nakht’s side, and the ghost’s voice now rumbled pleasantly throughout the room.
: I apologize for losing my composure there, my dear. But you know what these people and the idea of treachery do to me.
: I understand and can certainly relate–
: And then there is the state you have arrived in: hardly befitting a future queen. One has to wonder, how did it happen? Did Ptolemy and his forces break your arm on your way into the tomb?
: N-No.
: Hmm?
: They didn’t do this, I was too quick.
: So it happened prior to your arrival, then? Did it happen at the palace? A guard, that girl herself?
: No… Sa’Perah Ah is far too foolish to suspect me–
: Well then, who marred your good looks, then? If you tell me, I will make sure they are rightfully punished for it.
: …
: Do speak up, dear. You have no need to be frightened, after all… or do you...?
Yubel quieted her unreasonable fears: what did she have to worry about? He needed her. And besides, it wasn’t a complete lie…
: One of the Claws, a traitor, did it–
: Oh? Anyone noteworthy?
: That Cacturne that’s usually at Merneith’s heels–!
: A Cacturne working for that Feraligatr? Did she or one of the others think to get rid of you, so close to victory? Thinking you of no more use to them and wanting power for themselves-?
: I-I don’t know - maybe - yes, that’s probably it?
Her mind struggled to keep up, fumbling down a dark path, but Nakht-pa-Aten’s huff drew her thoughts back on track as one of his hands snuck out to rub Yubel’s broken arm tenderly.
: Well, it is not too surprising. Surely we could not have expected them to take orders from you forever - not natural-born betrayers such as them. They probably tried to capture you, make you talk, reveal who was really behind those orders so they could simplify who would end up in control–
The ghostly hand suddenly squeezed Yubel’s broken arm, and she swallowed back a yelp before meeting the coffin’s stare.
: … But you got away before that happened… yes?
: … I-I did, I swear, I didn’t say anything…
Still staring, Nakht-pa-Aten released Yubel’s injured arm, offering one last stroke before allowing his gaze to soften into a smolder.
: No, of course not. It was that bug who exposed me, was it not? And you only came here to tell me the Claws of Ammut have betrayed us, as we knew they would, and should be disposed of.
: Yes. T-the ones that attacked me, at least.
: Indeed, the traitors should be punished. We would not want to punish the wrong people, now would we?
Yubel offered a quick nod, beginning to breathe easy… until Nakht-pa-Aten continued.
: … Strange, however, that they and Ptolemy both ended up working alongside the Aetherians. One would almost assume they are all working… together.
: The Aetherians–
: You see, Yubel, when those Aetherians arrived in search of the Library of Thales, I had my forces follow them in secret; never hurts to have contingency plans. They ended up liberating Herep-inet, and then their king brought them directly to the King’s Eyes headquarters. And now those Aetherians have mingled with Ptolemy’s ragtag group right outside - you have seen them, yes?
: So imagine my surprise when one of my followers arrived some hours prior to you to tell me you were on your way here from - where was it you said, was it the palace where you were supposed to be? How bold of that Claw to go there to attack you.
: …
: I was at the Wahdj Oasis.
: Oh, yes, the Wahdj Oasis, where a group of Aetherian warriors had inexplicably left their master and started an assault on the Claws stationed there. All while that Cacturne Claw you mentioned chose to ignore all of that and attack you instead? Have I got that right?
: …
: So, I am assuming the Aetherians had a reason to be there, in favor of leaving their king, fool that he is. I also presume the Claw had a reason to go after you as well, and I expect you had a reason to be there too? But strangely enough, that little ghost said you had never told him why you were there.
: Will you tell me so I can understand why you have gone gallivanting against my orders instead of finding my book like you promised?
: I–
: Come now, out with it, why have you decided to go back on our deal?
: I’ve not–!
: Have I not promised you everything you have wanted? Revenge on the one who caused your family’s ill fate? A chance at power to right the wrongs done to so many in the name of false justice? The book with the ability to bring your loved ones back?
: I sense you know the answer to all my questions, Yubel, and I have never known you to hold your tongue before…?
Yubel felt rather than saw the shadows crowding in behind her, like a multitude ready to pull her into their clammy embrace - but she stood her ground. What did she need to fear? Those promises were yet unfulfilled, and wouldn’t he be glad to hear of her new plan?
: A lot of the Claws… They were part of Ptolemy’s forces before… I think some of them still report to him. When you sent your people to follow their king, they must have taken it literally and just followed whatever party he was in.
: At that time in Herep-inet, they must have split off and gone to the Wahdj Oasis because the Claws must have told them about the planned assassination on Sa’Perah–
: What do you mean assassination attempt?!
Confidence surged through her at Nakht-pa-Aten’s outraged tone. Sure, he was mad at her for lying, that she could live with, but she’d make him see the brilliance of her plan, despite its recent, very-much-not-due-to-her failure. Puffing out her chest, she strode assuredly through the shadows piling around her, beginning her familiar pacing over the uneven floor.
: It’s not my fault it failed - those stupid Aetherians are practically experts at ruining things! Especially perfectly valid plans of ridding Khetmaat of that blustering, pompous windbag that sits on the throne.
: I’m sick and tired of everyone treating me disrespectfully; I deserve to rule, I would be soo much BETTER at it than HER.
: So I devised a strategy to rid us of her once and for all–! 
: … And it would’ve gone off without a hitch if the Aetherians and the traitorous Claws hadn’t captured all the assassins in the oasis.
: If you were to just send your armies now, we could finish them all off - the traitors and Sa’Perah Ah. That way, I’ll become pharaoh already and have you use the book to bring my family back. I’ve waited long enough–
: Waited long ENOUGH?!
: You have NO IDEA about waiting–!
Yubel whirled around and stared at the coffin now shaking with darkness, shadows thrashing like whips.
: You IDIOTIC child! You could have ruined EVERYTHING! Since you still have not gotten me any information on the location of the book, the one that is hidden by wards that make my followers unable to find it, Sa’Perah Ah is the only one who knows where the book is!
: Once she is all alone after my forces take over, it will be easy to make her reveal the location of the book - and with it, I will be free to join my army and take the throne.
: Besides, you do not get to decide when she dies - she is MINE!
: ‘Take the throne’? But you only need the book so you can bring back my family and move on to the afterlife! She cursed you to be in this eternal damnation, right-? A-and I’m the one who’s gonna rule, you said–
: You are right about one thing. I am sending my army now, because I need the book. If the Aetherians are in contact with each other and know about me, Sa’Perah Ah will find out sooner or later if she has not already, and then I might never find the book- 
: All because you could not follow orders!
: What about me, you lied to me, you–!
: You have outlived your usefulness, dear. And I shall finally be rid of the nuisance that is you–
The shadows exploded from Nakht-pa-Aten’s body, swarming around Yubel in a shroud, pulling, dragging, kicking, screaming, wailing, into the opened maw of a golden coffin -
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