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There was the hidden stone. The dark figure smiled softly at Belen – an expression that did not reach his eyes. Crowfeather had never won the games he’d played with the pups from his home. When his eyes found her sulking expression, he worried.

One of the other Fellahin entered and requested that Crowfeather dine with the Pharaoh. He knew that he could not decline, though he would have rather spent his time playing games in his quarters with Belen. The girl who had kept him company moved to leave, saying that she would return again.

Y- Yes, please. Please do not leave for good.