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When it was the Seven Hundred and Sixty-ninth Night,
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Whereupon said he to me, ‘What time I was born, the astrologers predicted that I should lose my soul at the hands of the son of a king of mankind. So I took it and set it in the crop of a sparrow, and shut up the bird in a box. The box I set in a casket, and enclosing this in seven other caskets and seven chests, laid the whole in a alabastrine coffer, which I buried within the marge of yon earth-circling sea; for that these parts are far from the world of men and none of them can win hither.

--- 1001 nights, translated by Richard Burton, Vol 7. Story of Prince Sayf al-Muluk and the Princess Badi’a al-Jamal.
https://gutenberg.org/files/3441/3441-h/3441-h.htm#chap20

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