The city exhales around him. Somewhere far off, a train wails like a lullaby for restless souls. Rafian smiles—not because the path is clear, but because it is his. He loosens his grip and lets his fingers trace the horizon, counting off possibilities like beads: twelve, eleven, ten—each a pulse, each a choice.

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The city exhales around him. Somewhere far off, a train wails like a lullaby for restless souls. Rafian smiles—not because the path is clear, but because it is his. He loosens his grip and lets his fingers trace the horizon, counting off possibilities like beads: twelve, eleven, ten—each a pulse, each a choice.