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A gentle evening breeze swept through the empty rooms of the house, carrying along a strangely familiar scent. It seeped into the hallway through the gaps underneath the doors, circling around in the living room where two people sat on two prayer mats placed mere inches apart, facing each other. Two oil lamps hung on the walls on either side, casting an orangish glow around the small living room.
"You did not do that." the woman laughed, throwing her head back. The man shrugged, watching her as she laughed. The sound warmed his soul, reminding him of a memory long forgotten.
"It wasn't particularly difficult." he said. "The man had never encountered someone who spoke English before. Lukman translated for me while I told him that I was an emissary of the English monarchy, and I had a
