Dressed in his white flowing robes edged in an intricate gold threaded pattern, he was an author’s Arabian night’s gallant and her illicit fantasy. With all of the courage she could muster, Sarah held his gaze with a challenge attempting to quell her inner chaos.
"At last you come, Chosen One. I have waited without patience." His deep quiet voice and exotic accent framed vividly the fleeting memories of her dreams. I have searched for you for such a very long… |
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