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Spectre in the Night by kalnya | | Description: It was her favourite time of the day, when the dying sun set the heavens ablaze and painted the sky red and gold. |
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Desert Requiem: Part One by kalnya | | Description: She met the zombie who had saved her life sooner than she dared hoped. The meeting took place near sundown, atop the city walls. |
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Desert Requiem: Part Two by kalnya | | Description: The Grand Hall of Sakhmet Palace, used to being the venue for important audiences, was to bear witness to an event of historic significance that day. Courtiers in their finery took up position on either side of the room, for once not engaging in idle chatter; their expressions were of rapt attention. |
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Desert Requiem: Part Three by kalnya | | Description: Sayidah considered herself well-travelled for her age, but her experiences were but a speck of sand in the desert compared to Khalid's. He and Jazan had spent most of the last two centuries exploring new lands, only returning to Sakhmet every twenty years to ascertain the availability of princesses. Khalid narrated some of the adventures they had gone through, some which sounded so incredible that Sayidah would not have believed them had it been anyone else telling the tale. |
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Desert Requiem: Part Four by kalnya | | Description: The Red Temple of Qasala was an impressive structure carved into the side of a sandstone cliff, and was one of the few monuments to escape major damage during the sandstorm of two hundred years ago. It was where the coronation of Qasala's rulers traditionally took place and housed the statues of the five founders of the city. |
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Desert Requiem: Part Five by kalnya | | Description: Jazan, Nabile, Farisem, Sayidah, and Tomos filed into Jazan's study upon the premature end of the royal ball. Khalid made his appearance there shortly after them. He sat down in a corner of the room and did not meet anyone's gaze. |
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Desert Requiem: Part Six by kalnya | | Description: The Temple of a Thousand Tombs was an extensive underground network of crypts that forked beneath large tracts of the desert, including Qasala. There were several entrances into it from the surface, including one that was located within the Palace of Qasala itself. |
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Desert Requiem: Part Seven by kalnya | | Description: After passing the Ring of the Lost into the care of the Chief Royal Sorceror, Sayidah spotted Tomos, who stood uncomfortably off to the side, and Shasef, who still managed to remain in deep slumber despite the general uproar — both neglected as everyone focused on Jazan. |
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