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Closing his fist around his pulsing heart, Dagan
yanked it from his thorax and tossed it on the empty side
of the scale. Blood puddled on the scale’s golden plate
and dripped over the edges to splatter the ground like red
paint.
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Nausea boiled in his gut, and his legs felt like celery
stalks left in the back of the fridge for a month. But he
showed none of that. He only held his place and kept
his eyes on the scale.
For an instant, the side with his heart sank low,
weighted by sin and transgression. Then it slowly rose
until the side with the feather dipped and held even. Just
barely.
Well, fuck me raw.
He’d been judged, and he was more than a little
surprised by the results.
His gaze flicked to Anubis. If the jackal were
equally surprised, he didn’t show it.
“We done here?”
Anubis inclined his head in a shallow gesture of assent and intoned, “You may enter. Osiris will speak with
you.”
Dagan’s lips curled in dark humor.
Lucky him.
Reaching out, he closed his hand around his stilltwitching heart and thrust it back inside his chest. Pain
rocked him as the great vessels sealed to the gaping
holes, and bone and muscle healed. He stared straight
ahead, betraying nothing.
Pain was weakness.
