
Missive From Morocco #6 – Anatomy of an Assassination
I died last night. Literally… “General Yuya” bit the dust and that’s what you get when you refuse loyalty to a child king. Tutankhamun may have been the chosen pharaoh of […]
I died last night. Literally… “General Yuya” bit the dust and that’s what you get when you refuse loyalty to a child king. Tutankhamun may have been the chosen pharaoh of […]
5:30 am and I’m ferreting in the dark for a snooze button. My alarm is weaker than usual. Maybe I forgot to kick the volume up before I hit the sack. What’s […]