The Buried Pyramid
“The bed in which she lay was canopied, and the sheets smelled of lavender, not the strong soap favored by the housekeeping staff at her boarding school. The carpets on the floor were richly-hued and of Persian design, the curtains heavy damask that shone sapphire in the pale sunlight. The furnishings were simple, but obviously of the best quality.Then motion and a sense of something familiar caught her eye. Her trunks were ranked neatly along one wall, their lids open, and a plump woman whose n...ame hovered at the edge of her memory was bending over the largest, unfolding items of clothing and putting them into an ornately carved wardrobe.Jenny sat up and scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, then glanced down and saw that she was wearing one of her own night dresses. With the sight, memory crystallized.“Emily, isn’t it?” she said.The woman started, glancing around wildly, her hand fluttering in the vicinity of her ample bosom. Then her gaze rested on Jenny and she visibly relaxed.MoreLess
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