The amphora is painted with the face of Cybele.
A face that to Tom still looks disturbingly similar to Anna. He wonders what he’s found.
Just a pot of old ashes?
Or the remains of the oldest and most famous prophet goddess the world has ever known?
He’s no archaeologist, but he already senses something strange about this find.
The Cybele pot and those immediately around it aren’t as dusty as the others. Come to think of it, the entire shelf is relatively dust-free.
Tom carefully moves all the pots off the bottom shelf.
He pulls it.
It takes a good tug, but it comes free.
He stares down into a narrow trench.
A trench filled with books.
Books full of secrets.
Secrets people hoped to take to the grave with them.