Nov. 15/11 #Wss366 #numb #MastoPrompt #scarab
The rocks fell from Wayna Qhapaq, one of the last Inca rulers from before the Huascar-Atahualpa civil war, tomb’s entrance. It was a lost tomb, and who knew how much treasure it held? Melting the gold alone would make us rich and ensure that our looting went undiscovered.
Looking at the map, I said, “Just beyond here is a boulder trap, à la Indiana Jones. The release is here.” I reached into the indicated indentation, setting the brake.
“Look,” Professor Lustem said, taking a golden scarab from another indentation.
I wanted to say, “Don’t,” but my tongue was already numb.
Inca Civil War:
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