The Desert Conqueror
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Years ago,I encountered a man,one very rare and of high nobility,one of royal blood born in the hot sands of the Arabian deserts near the dead sea.Graced with beauty of infinite measure,he was the object to every woman's desire and the subject to every man's envy.Yet,to me he was much more.I never thought a past could hunt and hinder my future so strong .
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