Chapter 2
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Alexandria, Egypt.
April 17, 2000.
12:00 am.
In a breezy spring night. The city was quiet and peaceful with silver diffuse of moonlight covering a hundred years old Italianate architectural styled mansion on the Mediterranean Sea coast. The Abaza family owned the mansion generation after generation. This night the entire house was a block of darkness except for one room with dim lights and heavy cigar smoke.
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The room was enormous with walls covered in books line after line and many certificates and prizes all with the same name and title.
The novelist Saad Abaza.
Tones of pictures all over the room with one person in common. A man through the years from his late twenties till his mid-sixties; he had light blue hooded eyes with an intense yet warm look. Saad was sitting on a traditional brown leather carver chair next to an opened balcony door, a cigar half-smoked and a glass of water on the table next to him.
He was reading an ancient-looking book with unique symbols on its cover, he kept flipping its pages until he reached the page he wanted and read it out loud. He looked at his watch and then held the glass. The ground vibrated from below and the lights flickered rapidly, it was a minor earthquake that didn't fear Saad.
He looked at the room's door frowning, it was a white-colored one with flowers engraved on it, within the vibration of the ground, the door changed into a bigger one painted in brown with hieroglyphics engraved all over it.
The vibration stopped; Saad got up leaving the book on the table then went to the door to open it. On the other side, there was a different room; looked similar yet still had its own vibe. The door opened to a metal railing and stairs. He looked down; a man around his age was sitting on a burgundy couch with a coffee mug between his fingers, he looked at Saad and smiled.
"I think he could help," the man said and looked at someone standing in front of him. A shadow of a woman appeared from under the stairs. She stood in the middle of the room and looked at Saad. He gave her a genuinely sweet smile.
"Hello kiddo," he said in a luxurious warm tone.
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Alexandria, Egypt.
April 17, 2000.
12:00 am.
In a breezy spring night. The city was quiet and peaceful with silver diffuse of moonlight covering a hundred years old Italianate architectural styled mansion on the Mediterranean Sea coast. The Abaza family owned the mansion generation after generation. This night the entire house was a block of darkness except for one room with dim lights and heavy cigar smoke.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
The room was enormous with walls covered in books line after line and many certificates and prizes all with the same name and title.
The novelist Saad Abaza.
Tones of pictures all over the room with one person in common. A man through the years from his late twenties till his mid-sixties; he had light blue hooded eyes with an intense yet warm look. Saad was sitting on a traditional brown leather carver chair next to an opened balcony door, a cigar half-smoked and a glass of water on the table next to him.
He was reading an ancient-looking book with unique symbols on its cover, he kept flipping its pages until he reached the page he wanted and read it out loud. He looked at his watch and then held the glass. The ground vibrated from below and the lights flickered rapidly, it was a minor earthquake that didn't fear Saad.
He looked at the room's door frowning, it was a white-colored one with flowers engraved on it, within the vibration of the ground, the door changed into a bigger one painted in brown with hieroglyphics engraved all over it.
The vibration stopped; Saad got up leaving the book on the table then went to the door to open it. On the other side, there was a different room; looked similar yet still had its own vibe. The door opened to a metal railing and stairs. He looked down; a man around his age was sitting on a burgundy couch with a coffee mug between his fingers, he looked at Saad and smiled.
"I think he could help," the man said and looked at someone standing in front of him. A shadow of a woman appeared from under the stairs. She stood in the middle of the room and looked at Saad. He gave her a genuinely sweet smile.
"Hello kiddo," he said in a luxurious warm tone.
Alexandria, Egypt.April 17, 2000.12:00 am.In a breezy spring night. The city was quiet and peaceful with silver diffuse of moonlight covering a hundred years old Italianate architectural styled mansion on the Mediterranean Sea coast. The Abaza family owned the mansion generation after generation. This night the entire house was a block of darkness except for one room with dim lights and heavy cigar smoke.Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. The room was enormous with walls covered in books line after line and many certificates and prizes all with the same name and title.The novelist Saad Abaza.Tones of pictures all over the room with one person in common. A man through the years from his late twenties till his mid-sixties; he had light blue hooded eyes with an intense yet warm look. Saad was sitting on a traditional brown leather carver chair next to an opened balcony door, a cigar half-smoked and a glass of water on the table next to him.He was reading an ancient-looking book with unique symbols on its cover, he kept flipping its pages until he reached the page he wanted and read it out loud. He looked at his watch and then held the glass. The ground vibrated from below and the lights flickered rapidly, it was a minor earthquake that didn't fear Saad.He looked at the room's door frowning, it was a white-colored one with flowers engraved on it, within the vibration of the ground, the door changed into a bigger one painted in brown with hieroglyphics engraved all over it.The vibration stopped; Saad got up leaving the book on the table then went to the door to open it. On the other side, there was a different room; looked similar yet still had its own vibe. The door opened to a metal railing and stairs. He looked down; a man around his age was sitting on a burgundy couch with a coffee mug between his fingers, he looked at Saad and smiled."I think he could help," the man said and looked at someone standing in front of him. A shadow of a woman appeared from under the stairs. She stood in the middle of the room and looked at Saad. He gave her a genuinely sweet smile."Hello kiddo," he said in a luxurious warm tone.
