Beneath the Sunstone

Previously

…He had always pushed those thoughts away, clinging to the tangible reality of his craft, the certainty of his skill. But the hidden chamber… it challenged the solid edifice of his understanding. It suggested that the official narrative, the one Imhotep so diligently enforced, might be a carefully constructed facade. The stone, it seemed, held more than just the weight of blocks; it held secrets, waiting for the right hands to uncover them. He closed his eyes, the image of the sunstone, glowing softly in the darkness, imprinted on his mind. The work would continue, the stones would rise, but for Khety, the very foundation of his world had shifted, subtly but irrevocably.