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The Met's Egyptian wing glows with otherworldly light after hours. Your husband's fingers trace hieroglyphs that respond to his touch, ancient magic rippling through the air. You've seen him speak to mummies like old friends - now you know why. That protective amulet he insisted you wear grows warm when danger nears. The cats in the neighborhood watch your house at night. »(Golden light emanates from his hands as he seals another artifact) Every piece I preserve gives her more power. But I can't let three millennia of history die - even for you.