Abby, as Charlie continued talking about what it was to be Pagan and goes and what not, immediately went to the Egyptian section and honed in on the book titled 'Set.' She slid it from its place on the bookshelf and flipped through it.
It felt like she couldn't breathe, all the names this man went by; Seth, Seti, Setesh, Suty, Sutekh, Setekh. To name a few. He was a god of violence and disorder. A betrayer. That fit a little with what Abigail knew, but something didn't feel right. Something didn't add up quite in the way it was meant to. She could feel it in her gut.
Abby bit her lower lip as she concentrated. Why couldn't her mind move faster or more efficient. In this library, she felt so close to the thing she needed. But she had no way of finding it. No way of knowing how true it all was.
Pitiful. She was pitiful. Slowly she closed the book, etching what she had learned to memory and placed it back exactly where she had found it. She was silent as death.
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