a survant translates Imhoteps words return to me my princess and I may spare your friends I whimper and imhotep smiles at me as the men around me bicker, imhotep reaches out his hand to me as the men stand there frozen, something in his gaze seems, to pull me into a trance, I inch forward slowly mesmerized to take his hand, one of the men curses then tries to grab me, startled I run off forcing him to stalk me
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