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“He is a wab! Half-souled, ba-less at that, My Lord!” Adom protested upon entering the temple’s main hall. We had arrived for the late evening services, Amami at my side in his new vestments, a massive white robe covering most of the new outfit. “I can agree to leave your… predilections…to yourself.” The High Lectern…
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“This mean I need to find you another shole?” Saeesar slipped into a current that sent us away from the Gulf and Karis’s nesting ground.
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“You sure about this?” I tossed my pillow onto my bed with a thunk. It had fallen on the floor sometime in the night. My room was dark and crowded with Sanctus’s palette taking up most of the floor. I was in a rush to get dressed before we met with the rest of the…
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Upon returning to my halls, Seth split off for research within their own rooms. I sat in my study and grappled with how I would word the documentation to Adom. The oiled wood of the massive desk smelled of incense and perfumes the cleaning staff insisted on using. The tiled floors were freshly washed, and…
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Peeking out of the cavern’s entrance, I had hopes of both seeing no one, and seeing someone, anyone who might be able to help me. From the dim lighting across the nesting ground, I assumed it was at least daytime hours, maybe noon. That gave me a limited time to find where the arena was…
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“What do you mean you will become Pluto?” Sanctus asked in confusion. I despised this aspect of being a co-leader. Mater was to be Proserpina. I was to be Pluto. It was the positions we held within Caeruleum. Hades and Persephone – the givers, the protectors. Pluto and Proserpina – the takers, the grievers. There…
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Ptolemy took Amami for the day to introduce him to the halls and keep him out of the way of the guards and staff while Nebra disappeared into the corridors of the palace. This left Seth and me to walk the grounds to quietly plot our next movement. The teahouse and the massive pond in…
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“Keep him hidden,” a low feminine voice woke me from my swaying slumber. I choked, having forgotten where I slept. “Oh good, he’s awake.”
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I yawned. The morning was way too early, and everything was stiff. I hadn’t moved in hours. I stretched, wary of Sanctus, only to find space around me. I blinked. My bed was empty. That was a first. His palette was empty. Not that I had woken to him in it in the morning yet…
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