Cleopatra | Private Gold

He should have walked. Instead, he poured two fingers of arak. “Show me the mirror first.” Three nights later, beneath a full moon that turned the Nile to liquid mercury, they rowed in silence to a sand-choked wadi north of Dendera. Cleopatra Selene carried a brass lamp shaped like a scarab. Lucian carried a Smith & Wesson he’d lifted from a dead Ottoman.

“What, then?”

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Lucian laughed. “Superstition for tourists.” He should have walked

Lucian looked out the window. The Nile slid past, dark and patient, older than any queen. He should have walked. Instead

“No.”