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It contained a traditional chimney that rose on one finish, and Annja might have loved mountain climbing it have been it no longer for the coffins. “You’re correct, Lu. There’s no means the coffins have been carried alongside that tunnel we got here through,” Annja acknowledged. “All of those coffins needed to be introduced the following in a different way. They’re enormous, a few of them. And teak is particularly heavy. probably an earthquake replaced the passages over the years. possibly a rock slide. Caves swap. Rivers swap them, too. ” “Change, definite. But—” Zakkarat held the lantern in entrance of him. the sunshine casting up and out haloed his wondered face. “This isn't part of Ping Yah I take into account. I’ve obvious coffins, yet now not those. I’ve no longer been right here sooner than. probably this isn't Ping Yah in any respect. maybe we should always have taken the opposite direction, and went up. probably that was once Ping Yah with the blind cave fish. now not this cave. ” He made a tsk-tsking sound, took his helmet off, scratched his head and placed the helmet again on. “But you desired to see coffins, and there are lots right here. ” “Yes, we would have liked to determine extra coffins,” Annja acknowledged softly, gritting her the teeth as a wave of chilly washed over her. She stepped to the nearest coffin. there have been problematic carvings on it, a few tugging at her reminiscence, as though she’d obvious anything related in a e-book. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her digicam. The plastic bag had stored it dry. She took numerous images, after which moved to the following coffin. what's bothering me? she puzzled. anything she couldn’t clarify had her feeling very unsettled. just like the coffins from Tham Lod Cave, those held no our bodies. Scientists and explorers who were there prior to had most probably got rid of them—if there have been any to take away. they might also have taken a few coffins, too, for it regarded as though there have been atypical gaps among a few of them. there have been pots within the various coffins, most likely heavy via the thickness of the clay. They have been intact and appeared as though they need to be in a museum. “No, possibly this isn't Ping Yah at all,” Zakkarat repeated. “I am so sorry. The rain, no longer popping out the following for a few time…so sorry. I must have checked out a map and my father’s notes. i've got gotten us misplaced. not anything this is commonly used to me. i can't cost you lots. we will be able to return and—” “I’m now not sorry,” Luartaro acknowledged. “These are incredible. you probably did simply nice, Zakkarat. ” He set free a low, appreciative whistle and retrieved his personal camera. “In truth, you probably did rather well. ” Annja’s arms hovered above the teak. She peered inside of and used the flashlight to raised remove darkness from a wide coffin’s inside. even though there has been no hint of a physique, there has been proof one were there. The wooden used to be a bit discolored within the form of a companies individual. What have been those humans like? What used to be their view of existence and demise? And did they think in an afterlife? How a society taken care of its lifeless frequently mirrored the level to which they valued lifestyles. Annja used to be yes the primitive humans positioned nice reverence on life—or not less than at the lives of the folk that they had interred within the cave. “So very sorry,” Zakkarat repeated, shaking his head.