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The sound of dry pages turning was quiet, almost delicate.
A fire crackled faintly in the hearth. Outside, soft rain drummed against the tall glass panes of the villa’s windows, silvering the world beyond in blur and shadow.
Kismet sat cross-legged on the rug, his back to the open library shelves. An old book lay open in his lap — thick, worn, the leather cover cracked along the spine. The gold lettering had faded with time.
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