Prologue February 18, 1979 Sahara Desert, Africa My hands are deep in sand, and there is blood on the snow. He did not know why there was snow. He tried to rise, but it was not time. His breath came in ragged gasps, a death rattle? His ribs grated on each other when he inspired. … Continue reading The Last Pantheon, part 1
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