

TutankhamenDeath, deceased, departed, passing away, murder. Death. What is it? 3000 years and I still do not know the answer, theories, hypotheses, but no answer. For everyone it is the different and yet for all it is the same. I am dead yet alive. I live on in a thousand stories a thousand myths, a thousand tales. But no truth. My name is Tutankhamun and this is my tale.Tutankhamen
Death came swiftly to me on the night of Bastet. My assassin was both hesitant and direct in his inhuman act of murder. I slept in my room. Unaware in my sleep, my eternal sleep from which I would never wake, the assassin loomed over me and struck my exposed head, as I sle
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