The Magi's Well
As she watched a pharaoh's solar boat emerge from two thousand years of sand, something - a sound, a movement, made Trevy Evans look to her left. For an eternity of seconds, her mind was wiped clean of thought as a man fell slowly from the web of scaffolding around a nearby monument. As the man plunged downward in a graceful spiral towards the steel barricade below, her first impression was this was some ridiculous stunt for one of Cairo's endless action movies. In the next millisecond, Trevy screamed as the steel poles supporting the fence below broke the man's fall. She shouted to the workers below, but the desert wind snatched the words out of her mouth like grains of sand. Death in the desert is swift if merciful and agonizingly slow if not. Swift or slow, like the sand, it is anonymous.