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Tutanqh, the great ruler of the fifth territory, died in his sleep on the eve of a new day.  Servants scrambled to awake the royal doctors, rushing them into the ruler’s chambers and to the man’s bedside.  Just a whisper of sunlight drifted across the bottom of the adobe window, glinting off the cream drapes of the bed that hinted at a gold thread being interwoven.  The doctors muttered to themselves under their breaths, passing glances to the servants and whispering some more before rising up.  They declared the time of death and ushered the servants to notify the prince. Prince Ret had only just woken up by the light of the sun