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“If you keep staring at someone else’s property, you’ll end up just like them.” Ghalib ibn Ahmed turned to look at his friend, eyebrow raised. “What do you mean by that?” “I’ve seen you watching them. But they belong to the malik and he will not like you looking at his property.” Sadiq turned to pick up one of the pillows from the floor where they’d left it and put it back on the bed. “Our malik is not like that,” Ghalib argued. “He is fair and good.” Sadiq snorted. “Really? You believe that

Meet Ghalib: restless as a palace servant, fascinated by something he shouldn't be.