Scores of Rubricae stood at parade ground attention, as motionless as statues, their ranks coiling and snaking to describe the rune of their god writ large with soulless warriors instead of ink. The inner ellipse was described by the hulking forms of the Sekhmet elite, once proud warrior mystics, now reduced to soulless automata like…

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