Apologies for all the October stuff coming so late! The end of October was very, very busy on several fronts.
The image this microfic is based on is “Feeding the Sacred Ibis in the Halls of Karnac” by Sir Edward John Poynter
The halls of the temple were quiet; the dawn song sung, the morning light just beginning to peek between the columns. Maatkare passed between them as silently as possible, bare feet barely making a sound on the alabaster floor and just a gentle swish from the linen wrapped around her body. Only sacred sound was permitted here.
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