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The soft sound of the violin filled the room, its melodious notes drifting through the air like whispers of a distant memory. Dastan stood in the center, clad in a crisp white shirt paired with bright pants and a fur cape draping down his left shoulder, exuding an otherworldly aura. The room itself was bathed in a warm glow, the soft flicker of candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls.
As they awaited Noori's arrival for their practice session, Dastan's impatience grew palpable. He glanced at the ornate clock on the wall, its hands ticking away the moments with agonizing slowness. The delay was beginning to annoy him, as he was eager to depart for The Mourning Place, where he had made reservations with Silvia. The anticipation of their meeting weighed heavily on his mind, fueling his eagerness to leave.