“All her body went instantly cold. Inside of the pocket there was a thorny branch of gorse flower, glowing in supernatural gold as she unveiled it in the dark. She turned around and faced Duamutef – utter silence as if words could cut the air. ‘Tomorrow,’ Duamutef uttered gravely ‘you must wish for your real desires.’ He paused. ‘If you don’t, I will.” HopeDramaWishes Book:El artefacto egipcio = The Egyptian Artefact Source: El artefacto egipcio = The Egyptian Artefact