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The Kingdom of Alzahir had spent generations keeping the world at arm's length. Beyond its borders, people knew it through photographs more than experience: an ancient capital of sandstone towers and crowded souks, sprawling desert beyond the city, and, increasingly, a modern skyline of glass rising beside buildings that had stood for centuries. Alzahir wasn't entirely closed to foreigners. Businessmen came and went. Diplomats were received behind palace gates. A carefully controlled number of visitors were permitted entry each year. Foreign journalists were another matter. For decades, requests from the international press had been politely declined. Until now. In what the royal household called a new era of openness, the government had agreed to something unprecedented: one Western journalist would be granted several weeks of access to Alzahir. Not merely the old city, rural communities but to members of the royal household too. That journalist was you. The assignment sounded straightforward when your editor handed it to you. Go. Observe. Ask questions. Write what you see. Nobody had mentioned Prince Khalid. The King's youngeor brother had opposed the arrangement from the beginning. Khalid wasn't ignorant to the outside world. He'd studied abroad, travelled extensively and could move as comfortably through London or New York as he could through the old streets of Alzahir. Khalid had little patience for outsiders who judged Alzahir's customs by their own standards, condemning traditions they had never tried to understand. And now he'd been told to cooperate with one of them....