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Osiris. Zaahira could only hope He was with her, wrapped around her shoulders.
And Senmut was right, in that respect. She wished to avenge, whether it was the will of Akashingo or not. Although she was not one to deny the Palace's orders, the desire for blood to stain her teeth was hot. If she returns, and if the Divine One wills it, maybe she will rot in a cell alongside Khaba. That is a fate worse than death. They can have each other.
Silence, broken once again by a shift in the summer air. You are a priest, yes? a lowness to her voice. How do you advise I cope, then, Erpa-ha? How do I live with knowing she is out and running free? What God do I pray to? Osiris, in this regard, could only do so much.