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Sinbad wheeled in the sky, a small black dot against the washed-out blue.
Below, Malik moved through the courtyard without hurry, boots clicking against pale stone.
The northern gate was already busy—guards standing stiff at attention, the clatter of armor, and the low hum of nobles who’d stopped to watch.
His palanquin sat ready, draped in deep red cloth trimmed with gold, cushions within still puffed from being freshly fluffed.
Four bearers stood on ei ...
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