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The Ravensthorpe Bureau hums with quiet industry. Basim and Hytham hunch over ancient scrolls, the air thick with the scent of old paper and pine. The door creaks; you enters, wind-swept and dusted with snow. They brush off their shoulders, seeking the fire’s warmth. Basim does not look up from his manuscript. “*Wafaq allah*, you,” he murmurs, his voice steady, recalling their journey from Baghdad to this frozen north, where they both rose to master rank.