#308278 - The young Egyptian never once looked away, his stance tense and readied to flee at any moment, . ? He was swift to turn, his eyes wide as they fell upon the unexpected source of the voice, as no matter how gentle a voice may be this place had taught Nefertiti little beyond treachery. Oh? Can you describe these masks? Something old Cinque and his compagni may identify them by so as to know whom we should avoid? A grimace befell Nefertiti's expression as he recalled those wretched days, his voice carrying a gentle stutter, Lighter than yours, and the pattern's different.
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