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... palace walls, carrying the chill of a late winter still reluctant to loosen its grip on Damascus. Inside, however, the air was thick with heat—not from hearths, but from voices raised in alarm, the rustle of parchment maps, and the nervous pacing of commanders and advisors. Saladin sat on the marble dais, his face drawn and pale under the flickering torchlight. Missives had arrived in the night—too many, too close together, each more dire than the last.
The raids were not isolated. The ...
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