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pharaoh burrowed his head against jawahir's slim chest. "in this moment, i hunger only for you."
an intermission then, before they got to the fruit of their meeting. and ramesses hoped he might fill the stone hallways with the sounds of he and jawahir, riding in their pleasure barge to a lightforged end.

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"now," when the hour had grown long, and ramesses had caught his breath, "there is one among the saints. charles. he is one of your tribe, as well. or half. but he will not admit it."