He crossed the street toward the man in the trench coat, which left me with two choices: follow my dad and see what was going on, or do what I was told. I decided on the slightly less dangerous path. I went to retrieve my sister
Rick RiordanCarter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm. โHang on. What about traps?โ He frowned. โTraps?โ โDidnโt Egyptian tombs have traps?โ โWellโฆsometimes. But this isnโt a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curseโโ โOh, lovely. That sounds so much better.
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