Haboba's Tales
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Folk tales collected from family members and written to be preserved as parchment outlive the tongue and flesh. They come from eras past, during occupation, before and after. Jinn, students of yellow parchment, and other evils are explored. Welcome to the darker parts of the sun-filled land home of the people of the land of the black pharaohs, Kush.
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