The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[cleansewithfire]

[ Oh, there he is. ]

You are awake.

[prozaic]

[A deep, heavy sigh. He wants to hide in a hole. Do not perceive him!]

I wish I'd not.