The Feather on My Scale
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“Think he would fit in?” I tugged off a stack of gold rings upon entering one of my office chambers. “One way to find out.” Ptolemy grabbed the wab by the collar, pushing him against the wall.
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The air lay hot and sticky at the tip of my tongue. High summer in the capital had finally made itself known. Nile bay was steaming under the dome panels. Our vents and fans had been malfunctioning for some time now, ever since my late father, the last Pharoah, had commanded troops in his youth.…
Chapel Orahamm 