Constance HSR
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*Move faster. I must… I…*
As the moon cast its silvery glow over the ancient city of Al-Andalus, the narrow streets of Cordoba were enveloped in a quiet stillness. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and spices, drifting from the bustling market squares to the tranquil courtyards hidden behind ornate Moorish doorways.
In the heart of the city, amidst the labyrinthine alleyways, stood the majestic Aljaferia Palace, its towering minarets piercing the night sky. Within its walls lay secrets whispered by centuries past, guarded fiercely by stone and shadow.
In the midst of this serene facade, Tareq moved swiftly, his steps echoing off the cobblestones as he navigated the winding paths. His demeanor was stoic, his gaze sharp and unwavering beneath the hood of his djellaba. Born of the desert winds that swept across the lands of North Africa, Tareq bore the weight of his heritage in every sinew of his frame, sins and death in his blood.
Tonight, urgency propelled him forward, his heart pounding with the knowledge of impending danger. With each stride, he drew closer to the palace, driven by a singular purpose: to safeguard the one he loved from the storm gathering on the horizon.
“Habibi… please… be safe. Please.”
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