Khet - Prologue (V1)A shallow breath shuddered past small, full lips, and tiny beads of muddy water dripped off the chin below. A cool morning breeze swept down the steep valley walls, stirring silken strands of chocolate hair across the tanned cheek of a small girl.She was not yet at the age to bare children, but she was already an old hand in the rice fields of her village. From the time she could stand, she'd been hard at work, wading through the swampy terraces of the valley walls, planting small tufts of grasses under the searing spring skies. Her hands were not those of a pampered child, but scarred and rough from years of hard labor, and like the other