SepSceneWriMo: One

Bay the Hunting Hounds

The desert sand cooled as the night wore on. Imkep struggled behind his brother, Teth, who frequently paused to support him. The wound in the younger’s calf, a slice delivered by a poorly shot arrow from a guard’s bow, seeped little now that a crust had formed. In the east the waking eye of the sun began to lighten the sky as the two brothers climbed atop the next dune.

“I cannot see the mountains,” Imkep said. “Do we still follow Khonsu? His white face is lost to me.”


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