At midnight, when the torches guttered low into greasy silence and the air in the chamber thickened with the scent of myrrh and sweat, Shahrazad stirred. The stone floor leached warmth from her feet …
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At midnight, when the torches guttered low into greasy silence and the air in the chamber thickened with the scent of myrrh and sweat, Shahrazad stirred. The stone floor leached warmth from her feet …