The golden statues shimmered brightly in the high walls of the court, tossing optical illusions into its far corners. Malek swallowed deeply as he approached the throne of the pharaoh. He had always been told to never make eye contact, and that the pharaoh only cared about being entertained. He felt the drop in his st…
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