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The morning was quiet. A thin veil of fog lay over the streets, and the air smelled of frost and distant chimney smoke. I stepped out of the house, wrapped in my gray coat, my breath visible in the light. A single ray of sunshine...

It began on one of those evenings when the sky looks like vanilla. I was sitting in a small street café, the moon hanging low over the city - and suddenly a scent passed by that stopped time. Khaltat Night. It...