
The faint scent of burnt oil lamps and old incense clung to the narrow corridor, weaving itself with the low hum of music spilling from one of the rooms ahead.
The walls, painted once in deep reds, had long faded into a muted maroon, their surface patched with cracks and stains that told silent stories. Shadows trembled on the walls with every flicker of the brass lamp hanging above the counter.
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