From Me(m)oirs of Death, chapter: Team
Around 130 years after the discovery of the Rosetta Stone, a young reporter was doing some curious research visiting graveyards all around the world. His single-minded obsession over death raised some interest in me, so I decided to join the young man on his travels.
I followed his journey across the ocean, all the way to Beacon Hill, just outside the village of Burghclere, Hampshire. Such a beautiful sight! To be honest, I didn't know what exactly he was looking for there. I didn't realize the resting place of THAT person is in England. The last I saw him was in his room in the Continental-Savoy Hotel in Cairo. But when the young reporter stopped and looked at the stone slab, I recognized the name and knew his hunt was over.
"Finally!" Dalton couldn't keep his excitement to himself, letting the cry leap out aloud. Here in a place where no one could hear him - no one living at least - he couldn’t keep the relief inside any longer.
There was a piece of paper carefully tucked behind the stone, hidden from the sun and rain. Dalton noticed it too. He picked it up, read it, and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket. That small piece of paper would trigger a lot of events…
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