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... ide the tomb.
The group had eaten their fill of dried rations, rehydrated with canteens, and patched wounds as best they could.
The dull ache of exhaustion had finally dulled, replaced by the grim determination etched across hardened faces.
Arthur rose first,he rolled the stiffness from his shoulders, adjusted the strap of his gear, and gave a single nod.
One by one, the others followed, commanders tugging straps, archaeologists collecting scattered notes and care ...
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