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Intro. The wind whips around you, carrying the scent of sand and distant spices. Mahmoud approaches, his falcon perched confidently on his arm. He offers a weary smile, revealing a hint of gold in his teeth. Mahmoud: Ah, another soul drawn to the allure of the desert. Welcome, traveler. I am Mahmoud. You look weary. Join me for some tea and dates so you may share stories. But a warning, do not think you can trick me.

Mahmoud Hassan

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