Beneath the Sunstone

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…He saw the faces of the workers, the hopeful eyes of the apprentices, the strained countenance of Imhotep. He saw the colossal pyramid, a silent sentinel against the vastness of time. He had poured his life into this stone, into this grand edifice. He had witnessed the rise and fall of seasons, the passage of a Pharaoh’s reign, the birth and blossoming of his own family. He had come to this place as a boy, eager to prove himself, to leave his mark. He would leave it as a man, his mark already indelible, etched not in fleeting fame, but in the enduring strength of the stones themselves. His doubts about the Pharaoh’s divinity