"Yusuf," the Bey called out, his voice smooth as silk. "I see you struggling. The drought is coming. Come down to the manor. I have a room for you, and my table is always full. Why break your back on these stones when you could live in comfort under my shadow?"
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Yusuf didn't stop his carving. The rhythmic clink-clink of his chisel against the stone was the only sound for a long moment. Finally, he looked up, his eyes clear and unburdened. "Yusuf," the Bey called out, his voice smooth as silk
Yusuf stood up, wiping the dust from his hands. He looked toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning to dip behind the mountains. Come down to the manor
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