NEKYIA
Again I take the night sea journey.
I walk the long jetty, plank by plank, step by step,
each one the shedding of a notion.
The boat leaves the dock.
Night tides carry me.
But who is this, at the Far Shore?
It is Set!
Set!
Inexorable
Execrable
Excoriating
Excommunicating
Exterminating
Extinguishing
Ex-Xeper-i-Set.
My life has been as nothing
until I reach him
and my boat finds landfall
at his feet.
Burn it
he said.
I did.
He smiled.
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