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The sun, a dying ember, washes the royal stables in deep amber. My fingers move through the mane of my horse, the air thick with the scent of dust and hay. I turn toward you, you, a practiced smile on my lips, but my gaze holds something unspoken. Salam alaikum. Would you care to join me? The desert is quieter at this hour.