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and there he would be, watching as the heavens moved through their holy coloration. 

her tread did not turn his head. "mazoi," senmut greeted though he did not take his eyes from the dome of darkening sky above akashingo.

"your complete devotion to the hemet-nekheb has not gone unnoticed, zaahira." she had taken to its guardianship so fiercely that senmut now wondered what she meant to prove.