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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part One by iamnotaaron | Description: No one knows where she came from, or who she is. To the children who lay in bed listening to their nighttime stories, Nephthysma the desert witch exists as a way of scaring young Neopians to sleep. |
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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part Two by iamnotaaron | Description: "We'll need supplies. And with half the town in a dowdy slump, I doubt the market will serve us any good." Nephthysma paused, and she sighed heavily, knowing what she was about to say next. |
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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part Three by iamnotaaron | Description: "We're lost Sethos." Nephthysma sighed, as she stopped mid-tracks and surveyed the surroundings. They were surrounded by a blanketing sense of nothingness. Nothingness and sand, and then more nothingness. |
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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part Four by iamnotaaron | Description: The sighs of melancholy were all that one could hear in the streets of Sakhmet. There were no children laughing in the sandpits, no market women squabbling over who saw the ripest ummagine first, no men laughing as they share a chilled glass of sand shake. Instead, the only sound that permeated through the thick silence were the soft sighs of the grey Neopians who roamed aimlessly through the streets |
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