Howard Carter glared at a totally plane door.The wall in front of it was crumbly and old.He was holding a gently lit candle.A thick layer of sand covered his feet as if he was in the sea.A beatle stung his foot then flew away.Also the ceiling was so old and dusty.Howard tummy was bubbling like a dishwasher.A strange light let in through a crack in the ceiling.Howard Carter hammerd the wall like he was stamping it.All of a sudden a crack appeard in the wall.But whos tomb was it?
By Evie
By Evie
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