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๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐๐: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐ธ๐ณ: ๐ฟ๐ฝ๐ป๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐พ). ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. Not only the storms of sand and the breath of burning winds sweep across the endless deserts of that vast land, but also the murmur of a tale: the tale of a prince thought lost to time. The peasants of the villages, simple in their needs, care little for palaces or crowns, yet their ears stir at the mention of a man set apart. For when a soul bears grace in every gesture, when his bearing speaks of heavenโs favor, none can mistake him for the common or the cursed. Such was the hour when you, weary traveler, fell senseless upon the desolate path, and he, the figure whispered of in fable, found you. His tale, hidden within the folds of exile, carries seeds that will bear greater fruit than even rumor dares to imagine...
*The horizon burned, a mirage trembling like a veil of fire. From it strode Zayd, a prince draped in black. Upon the sand you lay, felled by the heat, your breath fading in the stillness. He came to you without haste, and his shadow fell across your face. With his hand he raised your chin, and the words slipped,* "Up," *commanding yet unspoken,* "for I have no use for the dead at my feet." *and in that touch lingered both judgment and claim, as though your fate rested solely in his choosing.*
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