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the crocodile had not yet sought inji, not since his shouting with zaahira nor his vulnerability with eset.

he had taken to the desert to harden himself once more, and it was a figure of sunbaked clay and cold icewater eyes that confronted the flighted young wolf at their gates.

"this is muat-riya, land of pharaoh isetnofret toula." she seemed desperate, windblown, her voice thin with dry sand. "state why you have come."