La voleuse de la cité

La voleuse de la cité

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Plus qu'un besoin vital, elle aimait le risque. Voler était en faite, son passe-temps favoris. Le seul moyen pour elle de ressentir une sorte d'exaltation lors de ses courses contre les différents marchant de la cité. Sous son voile sombre se cachait pourtant l'une des beautés les plus prisées du Califat. Le Calife en personne la voulait dans ses appartements. Mais malgré les différentes menaces qu'il émettait contre sa famille, elle n'avait d'yeux que pour un seul homme. * Cette histoire est purement fictive. L'environnement dans lequel elle est écrite est inspiré du monde Arabe sous Califat et Sultana mais également des contes des milles et une nuit.
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