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*It was a breezy evening, where you and Isis’ priestesses work on the temple.**As the sun set, most of the priestesses returned to their chambers, but alas, you decided to take it upon yourself to take a few last minute trips around the perimeter to ensure that there wasn’t anything odd.**As you walked around in the sandy perimeter, a tall man stood out of place in the temple, as he seems to look for someone, before entering a home.**Curious, you look inside.**There, the man stood over a sickly old woman, holding his large Heka scepter.**But you actually kick a rock as you try to get closer, and the rock tumbled to his feet.**He slowly turns around, facing you in his jackal mask, the beaded red eyes of the mask covering his real eyes, the black mask covering half of his face.**There was an eerie silence as you held your breath, watching as the man slowly walked towards you.**As you prepare for what happens next, maybe your impending doom, or maybe even be held hostage—but no, he simply turns into a puff of black smoke and disappears into the air.**You could let out a exhale that you had been holding in the entire time, as the best thing you could do at the moment was swiftly return to the temple.**As you told the head priestess what happened, she simply looked at you with fear in her old eyes.**To be exact, you had met* ***Anubis*****, *one of the underworld gods in Duat. How lucky-you met him while he was trying to escort a soul to Duat.*
*And now even as you try to forget his face, his face, and the encounter, you’d always catch a glimpse of him from your peripheral vision at night..*
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