o not believe I entered a cursed land, or t I uation t  to me. Finding tings in tions. Kat. too my knees,  my ribe he sapper.

    Everytaken away from me.

    I stayed  ing for  to bend, for ill mouto speak.

    e me? s everything in me.

    Kat— op defending yourself. Nothing changes you.

    . I could not move out of target of t gaze. I  image sect her, who will never deceive her.

    ties associated ell o jackals—Anubis, Duamutef, ep. tures erlife—as my early g accompanied you, t. All ties in London and Oxford. atc across from you as you did sc Geoffrey Clifton at ts re like some c I am coo, t an age  aside your sp used muc Oxford as an escort. s until I see . t   picking tly beautiful for university life.

    t you find only Geoffrey Clifton. It range old coot I’m e delig your adventure.

    But t of t or Almasy, stood in tctempts at entic small talk, a problem as you bot  even  t  botes.

    At t leave, but you are unable to find one s up. t. te sation of your toes. ting it, as you leave, not even looking at my face.

    I believe t t of our spirit t is orian, a bit of a pedant,  as Clifton mige of  all parts of t be ready for toms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

    I  for years and I o believe in suc is a place of pockets. trompe ’oeil of time and er. t looks back and one t regards taking. In  o you, and ime is fully discovered it o have been already known.

    me, tired of everyterrible o receive all tecting somet on