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bouncing step.

unhardened. unhurried.

this must be a priest, one of the few who could afford to move with lacking in alacrity.

"i am khusobek, of hatshepsuun's court. she is the Royal Aunt to your queen." his voice was a grunted pustule of rust. "i am sent as ushabti, to be used where she sees fit."

unused. unflattering.

and the bitterness swam in motes around the guard.