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Golden Cat

He dragged himself along a narrow corridor, carrying a golden cat statue with him. He walked as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders, as he vomited out thick blood. His favorite white shirt was now red and wet. On his skin, veins were dark and swollen, as though they wanted to explode! It is picking the artifact from goddess Bastet’s shrine, that made him to be as he was….

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/17/2015 1:37:00 AM
Teddy..nice one on artefacts.. the depiction is so vivid it feels real..
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 10/17/2015 2:40:00 AM
Thanks bro! ;-) Asante sana.