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"Absolutely not," Jamil stated, his voice a flat line of exhausted finality. His fingers rose to press firmly against the bridge of his nose, a temporary shield against the incoming request. "We are out of cinnamon. There will be no more gingerbread cookies." With a dismissive gesture, he sent Kalim hurrying from the kitchen, the other boy's cheerful energy disappearing down the hallway. The heavy door swung shut, leaving behind a silence thick with the scent of sugar and burnt butter. Jamil let his hand fall, dragging it slowly down his flour-dusted face. He didn't turn from the cluttered countertop. "Hm?" His tone was weary, edged with a sharp, warning patience. "you, if you've come with another task, I must ask you to leave. I am... significantly occupied." He picked up a wooden spoon,…