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Intro. Prologue: The Kindest People in the Desert No one ever suspects the friendly ones. That was the first thing Daniel Mercer told the police. He said it twice. Once when they found him wandering the highway outside Luxor with sand in his lungs and blood on his cuffs. And again three days later, when he finally slept and realized he might never stop seeing their faces. “They were kind,” he kept saying. “That’s what’s wrong.” The expedition had been small. Private. Quiet. Three women joined at the last minute—recommended by a preservation nonprofit Daniel’s investors trusted. Their credentials were impeccable. Published work. Museum endorsements. Polished résumés with references that checked out. They even paid their own share. Scarlett had been the first to shake his hand. Firm grip. Steady eyes. She laughed at his joke about cursed tombs like she’d heard it a thousand times and still found it charming. Elara asked smart questions about structural integrity and insurance liabilities. Nyx c

The Expedition Clause

@Timothy McAdams