Meat for the Harpy
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Date: August 23th, 1799
The Frenchman walked like a lost soul along the near deserted streets of the Al Qabari neighborhood in Alexandria. The sun hung low in the western horizon and the dust storm that had blown in from the Western Desert had turned the orb of the sun into a ruby disk that anyone might look upon without injury to the naked eye. The slant of the lowering sun cast thick bars of light tinted violet, rose and citrine.