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a thin creature approached, already displaced from the red walls which rose sentinel behind them. qiao had yet to see this delicate thing in her weeklong observance of akashingo. perhaps she had not looked hard enough.

she regarded the svelte female with more warmth than she had ever spared a strange male -- and even then, there was little dancing in her olive gaze. "i am here for ramesses of the red sand."