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... stunned silent.
It wasn’t the deal. It wasn’t the story itself. It wasn’t their origin. The Dark Continent stopped being perceived in such a light long ago. Racism remained, of course; it could never be wiped completely, but it was frowned upon. So no one cared for that. It wasn’t Ali Baba swindling his way into a shah’s vault. A man able to trade sand for water. His eloquence. Personality. It wasn’t the story of a caravan built on a thousand deals, a thousand lies, a thousand nights spe ...
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