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Pardaad slumped into the worn leather armchair in his cluttered living room, the kind of space that looked like a tornado had hit a library—books stacked haphazardly on every surface, a half-empty cof

The bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and something faintly citrusy wrapping around me like a warm embrace. B’s apartment always smelled like home—messy, l