Arrival and the first night in Cairo
Talking to Dr. Kafour at the Egyptian Museum
Excavation of the Black Pyramid
My first night in Cairo has left me unsettled. After all the travel, I was hoping for a quiet night's rest, but instead I was visited by a strange entity in my dreams. He spoke of strange structures, hidden hallways, his voice as cryptic as my childhood memories. Perhaps it is only my subconscious fear manifesting itself, but the unease remains. The city is hot and noisy, so different from the cold tranquility of Oxford or the serenity of my manor. I long for a familiar face in this unfamiliar land.
The warmth of the Cairo sun was no match for the chill I felt upon meeting Dr. Kafour. The Egyptian Museum was a sanctuary for history's ghosts, making it an apt location for the unsettling revelations the good doctor shared.
Our discussion started with mention of an American, Jackson Elias, probing about the Carlyle expedition and the Penhew Foundation. I have crossed paths with Elias before in Peru, and the mere mention of his name stirred a familiar unease. What was his interest in Egypt, I wonder? He's always had a nose for trouble, and I can't shake off the worry that his path here may have opened doors best left closed.
Dr. Kafour spoke at length about the Carlyle Expedition. His belief is that they unearthed something related to the Black Pharaoh and met a grisly fate for it. My heart pounded in my chest at his words, my mind recalling the vision of the Black Pharaoh from my dreams and the terrifying experiences of my childhood. I could not help but feel a sense of impending doom at the connection. Is this why I am here? To follow in Carlyle's doomed footsteps?