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initially.

was it no longer? one victory and they cut themselves from the umbilical cord of akashingo? perhaps the pharaoh's grandness had already spoiled her mind the way it had her womb.

you must be a trusted figure, she settled on cooly. silly thing to say. you've come to investigate a royal murder — of course you are. her eyes rolled softly to herself under heavy lids. carefully she stood only to feel exposed with the roundness of her sides, then pushed into the water.

am i next in your lineup of suspects, imperator?