Whispers in the Wind

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ing, where corrupt officials, unemployment

is torn apar

gh Priestess for a secret African Cult who worship the jackal

eed. Join her on her journey into slavery, her misery, her fears, as she’s thrown head first

es from the wilds of Zambia, to the un

dele as they move from the banks of the mighty Zambezi deep

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fue River; a mist rises from the edges of the river bank, cloaking the three men as they push the d

nk, secure it, and slip into the dark bush like

l breeze as it throws up sparks into the night sky. All is silent and still as the o

tent in the center, for in there lays their quarry. As one they move in

, and if it were not for the abducted young girl, n

e of a raised altar, a low humming and the sound of shuffling feet fill the area as a figure leading a Black Backed Jackal on a rope enters the chamber, followed by a procession of white robed figures. The

opes are high for today a new High Priestess will be born when she lifts will lift the sa

made ready by her handmaidens to come forth and take h