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He handed them a thin envelope stamped with the same ink. Inside lay a photograph of a ruined house and a small brass key, warm as if it had just been held. On the back of the photo, in the same hurried Latin-lettered script, was another line: Keep safe. Trust only the binder.

She called Ahmed. "Someone wants me to find something," she said, "but I can't read it."

For a moment they hesitated. Night meetings by old gates were the stuff of spy stories, not market days. Still, curiosity is a currency of its own.

"You solved it," he said. His voice was the same one in Laila's dreams—the one that spoke of lost libraries and maps hidden in the stitches of satchels.

Ahmed squinted. "Looks like a code. Numbers, letters... 'verified' at the end. Whoever sent it wanted us to know it's real."

"It says: Meet by Gate Seven at midnight — code name 'Antil' — verified," Ahmed read aloud, the pieces clicking into place.