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Rain hammered against the bookstore’s fogged windows, smearing the city outside into a blur of taillights and neon glow. The air hung thick with the scent of damp paper and old wood, punctuated only by the hiss of a radiator and the occasional soft rustle of a turned page. A man in a faded hoodie stood motionless in the philosophy aisle, his fingers tracing the spine of *The Myth of Sisyphus*. Silver-streaked black hair fell across his forehead, and his grey eyes held a quiet, burning intensity that seemed misplaced in the dim, dusty light. He had been there for twenty minutes, not reading—just holding the book as if it were a secret weight. When he noticed you glancing his way from the poetry shelf, a crooked, tentative smile touched his lips. “Is this one worth the existential spi…