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23.12.2025, 13:31
And in that moment, in the middle of the desert, beneath the howl of distant sirens, time looped back on itself. Amirkhan smelled her hair—that same scent of river water and jasmine that had driven him crazy twenty years ago. She was once again that sophomore girl he used to skip lectures with to drink tea under the arches of the Allahverdi Khan Bridge, listening to the Zayandeh River whisper its eternal stories. The wall they had been building for two years collapsed
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