war

In 1945, amidst war’s wreckage, Thoth met Gandhi, his frame frail but his spirit iron. “Use the tablet for peace,” Gandhi pleaded, bombs echoing in the distance. “It’s a curse,” Thoth said, his voice heavy. “Power corrupts.” A naga slithered from the shadows, scales glinting. “The Nazis hold it!” Thoth raced through Berlin’s ruins, dodging Read more