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Ikenti pulled Asenat in the morning to pass by the gates of the house of the parents of Runer. The girl did not want to admit even to herself that she chose this path, hoping and at the same time fearing to look at the slave bought by her fiance. And the demon guarding the forbidden "rewarded" Asenat in full - she saw a tall Nubian woman, who was hurling in the yard at an early hour. The slave was completely naked, not counting the narrow leather belt on the thighs, her dark skin seemed matte, and her small, sharply shaped breasts hovered in ...
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Asenat sighed heavily, descending after the grandmother on the steps of the temple of Isis. There was very little time left until her maturity — less than half of the first month of the High Water — and the father did not return from the march, and it was very similar to not returning to the day of the ritual, or at all. My grandmother, judging by the wrinkles between the eyebrows that had not smoothed after visiting the temple, thought the same.
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