The light fades and I stand on a black humming path, beneath a sky lined with towers of glass and fire. The air burning with the smell of oil and something rotten. By Rah, where am I! Cart's out of a precious iron moving without horses? What sorcery is working here? I ask confused. Khonsu, Seth and Horus, please protect me in this foreign realm. I whisper under my breath and reach for the golden scarab beneath my clothes.
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