Lion Head Mesa Toiling

"this place," hand spanning the cheekbone of that glorious face, "it whispers of ghosts rising from their tombs. there is a darkness in akashingo," senmut said plainly, and his eyes were tormented as he lifted out of their tangled warmth to regard the shadows beyond.

"i want you to remain. and yet my want is not what is best. go, isetnofret. go with my blessing to the halls of vahanet. but here you would only be consumed."

destroyed.

his smile was wan in the half light.