Lion Head Mesa crook & flail

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he did not linger, the hallway outside the catacombs echoing with his step. khusobek meant to go out of doors, to take the air while he watered the earth.

so close to the void of akashingo, he had held some good breaths. now he allowed himself to break control, to experience the anxiety of holding himself so poised so close to what felt like an underworld.

eventually the man would return. for now it was only he and the heavens.