- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
Gold sweepings pool in the crucible and a swirling sunset dances before my eyes. I breathe in the scent of metal, wipe the sweat from my brow and pour the molten liquid into the hollowed stone. Bright reds and yellows fade as it cools and hardens with no trace of a blemish.
I spend my days fashioning wondrous objects: pectorals to adorn rich men’s chests, necklaces to caress soft necks.
But my masterpiece will be a funerary mask. It will shine like the sun god Ra and gild a pharaoh's face for eternity.