5/27/2026, 3:12 AM
Eyes re-open. Everything is blurred. Her breaths are so resonant in her ears that they seem the loudest thing in the room. She is so precariously close to tears. For the ugliness of how she’d spoken to Satakhetem, and the ashes between them. How her sister had cursed that fate was cruel and never random.
What Satakhetem did not know was that Neith, cruelest judge of her own thoughts, intents, and silent hatreds, had already begun to believe it.
The gods have not chosen you for that, sister.
The face she summons is so calm as to give the impression of a kind of benediction. On. this day she will not speak first or assert herself, only wait to catch all the words and the moods of others. She would be a passive listener.
And if the gods had mercy on her ka, they would make the voices thunderous.
New arrivals are admitted ahead of the petitioners. Neith watches their ascent of the long hall, heart an invariable twist behind serene pretense.
What Satakhetem did not know was that Neith, cruelest judge of her own thoughts, intents, and silent hatreds, had already begun to believe it.
The gods have not chosen you for that, sister.
The face she summons is so calm as to give the impression of a kind of benediction. On. this day she will not speak first or assert herself, only wait to catch all the words and the moods of others. She would be a passive listener.
And if the gods had mercy on her ka, they would make the voices thunderous.
New arrivals are admitted ahead of the petitioners. Neith watches their ascent of the long hall, heart an invariable twist behind serene pretense.
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