Khaled responded:
"I can’t imagine seeing her with anyone else... and I don’t know what her father wants. Doesn’t he realize the age of miracles is over?"
"And you’re just going to sit there beside me, resting your hand on your cheek?"
"So, what should I do?"
The grandfather laughed teasingly:
"No... you’d be better off burying yourself in a cellar..."
Khaled's eyes sparkled as if he remembered something:
"The cellar..."
He continued:
"Grandpa, do you remember when I was a kid, and whenever I cried, you’d tell me the story of the cellar under our town? The one you entered over fifty years ago?"
His grandfather smiled and replied:
"Of course, I remember when you used to cry... do you want me to remind you of those days?"
Khaled laughed:
"No... tell me about the cellar and the time you entered it..."
His grandfather fell silent as he recalled:
"Ah, those were the days... we were four young men full of mischief. We’d heard a lot about a treasure hidden in a cellar that runs beneath our town. That cellar, they said, was once a large storage space for the wealthy during times of invasion..."
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The Land of Zikola
Loup-garouHave you ever dealt with a currency different from paper money? Not coins, nor gold. Here, wealth takes a different form. You won't pay with money to acquire things; instead, you'll pay with your intelligence, with units of your mind. But beware, fo...
