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The Heart of Arabia

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Strong, his heart pounds in his ears, a rhythmic beating of honour and pride. Beside him, his men breathe loudly, their bodies spent from hours of marching. He can hear the loud cheering of voices in the background, and it spurs him on. He feels alive. He is alive. He has conquered, prevailed. But somewhere in the back of his mind, a whisper of guilt sings as his eyes follow the bloodstained rushes. He has won, he has proven his worth, but did he prove the right thing?All Rights Reserved

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