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With no natural light to mark the passing of the days, Alana had quickly lost count of how long she'd spent trapped as a Sphinx in Salah's tomb, deep beneath the pyramid. All that she did know was that there had been no change whatsoever in that time, nothing to break up the endless, crushing monotony of her new existence, staring at the blank wall dead ahead as the silence hung heavy and oppressive over the chamber. Now and again she drew comfort from the fact that she was not alone - the other three Sphinx in the room were adventurers like her, who had come here in pursuit of immortality and been given that dreadful prize. Still...she had no way of communicating with them, no ability to acknowledge them, no means with which to reach out and comfort them and be comforted, perhaps, in turn...in that regard, she may as well have been alone. But one day...or it might have been night...anything between ten and twenty years since her immortality began, something happened. Something new.