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Tristan looked to Alex. “Do you still smell the magic?”
Alex trotted up to the sarcophagus and placed his forelegs on the rim. He leaned over the hole and sniffed a moment before he shook his head. “No. I mean, I do, but it’s not really here. It was here, though, but I don’t know what it was.”
“No doubt the remnants of the rune’s power,” Maddock mused as he cupped his chin in his hand and furrowed his brow. “But why would anyone want to steal a mummy when they already have the relic?”
Tristan grasped the edge of the sarcophagus and leaned in. He examined the dusty contents for a moment before he reached out and brushed his hand against the bottom. Tristan jerked his hand back so quickly that I rushed forward.
“Are you all right?” I asked him.
He turned away and grasped his
