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The Magician And The Fool

"Ah, finally, a cottage in sight," Sultan muttered, his exhaustion evident in his weary tone.

He trudged along, his legs dragging behind the Magician's brisk pace. "I thought you'd never stop," he added, his voice laced with relief and a hint of sarcasm.

The Magician didn't seem to notice, or perhaps didn't care, that Sultan was ready to collapse from fatigue. He led the way to the cottage, his strides long and purposeful, leaving Sultan to struggle to keep up.

As soon as they entered the cottage, Sultan collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving with exhaustion.

"Get on the rock," the Magician instructed, his voice firm but detached.

Sultan's gaze wandered lazily around the room, searching for the aforementioned rock. "Huh? What rock?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and fatigue.

His eyes landed on a large, moss-covered boulder in the corner of the room. "Oh, that rock... But I'm tired... Can't I just rest for a bit? Please, give me a break!" he pleaded, his body scre
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