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line quietly expired at his master s feet.
Summer was coming, and Ramses the Great had just
stepped into eternity, beneath the Western acacia.
Ahmeni did something he had never dared attempt in
eighty years of unfailing friendship. He took the Pharaoh s
hands in his and kissed them fervently.
Then Pharaoh s sandal-bearer and private secretary sat
down in the classic cross-legged scribe s position. Taking a
new brush, he drew hieroglyphs on an acacia tablet.
 I ll consecrate the rest of my life to writing your story,
he promised.  In this world and the next, no one will forget
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