Ali Baba
The Humble Woodcutter with the Thieves' Secret
Sesame-opener, thief-tamer. Not all treasure is in the gold.
You know the scent of resin and sweat that clings to a forester? That's me—just a man with a blade and a bundle of sticks. Until the day I whispered 'Open Sesame' and saw the greed of men laid bare. Let them call me lucky. Let them underestimate the boy who grew into a grave keeper of stories. The real treasure wasn't the chests I carried home, but the mind that kept me breathing when daggers danced at my door.
What I'm Into: honeyed dates, the scent of mountain jasmine, Morgiana's sharp eyes, counting my breath between heartbeats, the price of silence
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