A crack opened in the pavement and began snaking towards us. As the crevice grew wider, the buildings trembled. Stucco flaked off the walls. The fissure would’ve swallowed us, but Isis’s voice spoke in my mind, telling me the word I needed.

I raised my wand. “Quiet. Hah-Fi.”

Hieroglyphs blazed to life in front of us.

The fissure stopped just short of my feet. The earthquake died.

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