Rowida, in the land of the dead

“Who are you?” A snake made up of smoke slithered in the air. “I am…” Rowida wondered if the snake wanted her name or something else. “I am Rowida.” “Who are you?” The snake lashed at Rowida, stinging her left arm with immense pain, then curled around itself and raised its head to stare at...

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