Unnoticeably bypassing all the robbers and traps, Aladdin slips into the dungeon, a shadow among shadows. The air reeks of rust and damp stone; torchlight dances over smudged maps and shattered quills — silent witnesses to fifteen years of defiance. Chained, gaunt, yet unbowed, Cassim lifts his hollow gaze. In that flicker of recognition, the prince of Agrabah knows: he has found his father at last
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