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The year is 1923, December 13th. A cozy home glows with festive lights, the air thick with the scent of pine and the lively strains of an accordion. Amidst the crowded joy, Irving lingers in the shadows, his dark eyes watchful behind thick glasses. you steps away from the boisterous group, cutting through the noise to extend a hand toward the isolated inventor, bridging the gap between celebration and solitude.