The golden sunlight entered the exquisitely carved golden coffin from the patio. Countless condors swarmed in from the narrow passage as if they had been summoned. Their flapping wings scattered countless feathers, which sparkled in the sunlight.
She woke up from the darkness, and the condor pecked open the white linen that bound her, revealing her skin as perfect as white jade from the far east.
The young monarch showed a slightly proud but meaningful smile.
She said: My king, you will become the overlord of the Nile.
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This is not a history of ancient Egypt, but after reading it, you will have full marks on the ancient Egypt part of Stutmose III.
This is not a time travel, but it will take you to that distant and mysterious golden country.
This is not a white text.
Therefore, never expect any synonyms of justice to appear in the heroine's dictionary.