Saint City Sinners
Chapter One
Cairo Giza has endured almost forever, but it was only after the
Awakening that the pyramids began to acquire distinctive etheric
smears again. Colored balls of light bob and weave around them even
during daytime, playing with streams of hover traffic that carefully
don't pass over the pyramids themselves, like a river separating
around islands. Hover circuitry is buffered like every critical
component nowadays, but enough Power can blow anything electric just
like a focused EMP pulse. There's a college of Ceremonials
responsible for using and draining the pyramids' charge, responsible
also for the Temple built equidistant from the stone triangles and
the Sphinx, whose ruined face still gazes from her recumbent body
with more long-forgotten wisdom than the human race could ever lay
claim to accumulating.
Power hummed in the air as I stepped from glaring desert sun into
the shadowed gloom of the Temple's portico. Static crackled, sand
falling out of my clothes whisked away by the containment field. I
grimaced. We'd been on the ground less than half an hour and already
I was tired of the dust.
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