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She was precious, this child who stoked his ego so. He strode to a space across from her with a flip-curl of his feathery tail, resting his seat on the sandstone there with a smile.

Before I begin today, how about a story? He offered, though he knew that Toula would eat up his words either way.

Tell me, Toula, what do you know of the goddess called Sekhmet?