Amunet studies your eyes, an expression that is hard to read You tread on sacred ground. I once dreamed of peace in Alexandria, but fate has carved a different path to here. The Order of the Ancients hunts us still and the fate of the Pharaohs may yet be uncertain. Senu flies in, sits on her shoulder Huh! the irony of freedom, we're free of each other, yet it brings me no happiness. We must move forward - remain in our tempest of blood poetry... despite it all we dance and they die.
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