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The Promise
Amastan’s gaze met Anna’s, unyielding.
“Your chains are heavy, queen. But here, you may learn to wear freedom like a cloak.”
She nodded, a fragile hope blooming.
> To survive is to transform. To live free is to remake the self from the ashes of captivity.
A New World
The desert stretched endlessly, a vast canvas of dunes and stars. Here, clans roamed free, bound by codes older than kingdoms and kings.
Anna felt the sharp sting of sand on skin and spirit — a baptism into a world that neither prized crowns nor chains.
> In the desert, all hierarchies dissolve into the vastness. Power is measured by courage and honour.
Among the Tuareg
Captured but unbroken, Anna and her companions were brought before Amastan, a noble Tuareg warrior with eyes like the midnight desert and a presence both fierce and wise.
He spoke of freedom in a language shaped by sun and sand — where chains were burdens to be broken, not accepted.
> True freedom begins when the soul refuses its shackles, no matter the metal.
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