Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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In the midst of a Sands of The Desert community there was a history of a lineage as old as time itself, in which he knew long ago when he was in Arabia, and when he was part for a time of the league of assassins, and in some villages nearby that existed around the city of Ra, in which the older women received the soldiers and told stories around the bonfires... 


These were the stories of the desert that he told through the generations, in which, when traveling in search of the best masters, he learned of many stories also told by others from speech to speech, and these were contacts from generation to generation... 


There were numerous inscriptions on pyramids there, most of which had been looted some time ago, of course, but Ra kept some tapestries and scrolls with him, in which there were also some villainous lairs and scattered backwater sects who kept the inscriptions with them. 


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