Dawn Walker - Chapter 22: The Lake That Complained

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Morning in purgatory did not arrive with kindness. It arrived the way a predator arrived, quietly, confidently, and with the assumption that whatever was still alive had earned the right to remain alive for a few more hours.

Sekhmet’s eyes opened to a pale sky filtered through crooked branches. The tree he had slept in groaned softly as wind pushed through it, and the bark pressed rough patterns into his back. He blinked twice, letting his vision adjust, then inhaled sl ...