He certainly did warm up to me since the first day he started working for me. And although he was not in favor of the dead, Nikhil stood by. I didn’t need a scale to tell me.

I don’t mind my friends calling me “Thornes,” but the fact of people calling me “Prickly Thornes” draws the line.

As I approached the one casket, I pulled out an empty bottle I grabbed earlier and held it with my one hand while summoning the spirit from one’s body. Not too long, I have gathered it and captured it in the bottle. And one by one, I did the same procedure for each of the souls that were present. Call me inhumane, but this is how I usually do in the morning—or the evening, but it depends on how busy I am—, and it’s not easy. But this is my job as the soul keeper.

No one knew that the weighing of the heart remained alive, considering it was the belief in Ancient Egypt. Even though their faith diminished, it remains. Who knew my family had kept this part of the ritual alive when they first told me.