Chapter Thirty-Five

The basement in the museum was full of unused or broken exhibits awaiting repair or rotation. Mr Montford was strongly against throwing anything away, not just due to financial constraints. It was easier to mend things or store them for later use, not to mention he adjusted themes to suit school studies.

Dust hung in the air like spiritual mist and cobwebs balled in every corner they could find, the spiders long gone and only the dehydrated remains of past meals remaining.

Am-Heh's rage was all too clear, cracks lining the walls and damp patches soaking through from outside, causing a rusted red stain, trailing like blood vessels over the stone.

Ash hated it. Sensing ghosts everything, attached to the carefully relics of the past, still guarding the belongings that had been taken from their tombs.

Once upon a time he had laughed at himself, snorting at the immaturity of believing in such nonsense. Now, he was more nervous than