Lion Head Mesa thirteenth

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"and i for you," he said, voice catching.

oh, he loved her! by hathor! and it was nothing that akashingo's pharaoh might see as love. it was a purest devotion, for makono wavered ever closer to the vision of the god she one day would fully embody.

he kissed the floor once more, turned, and was gone, the straight-laced scribe filled with visions of what akashingo might be when that day came.