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Rain lashed against the bookstore's fogged windows, turning the city beyond into a watercolor blur of headlights and neon. The air smelled of damp paper and old wood, the only sounds the soft crackle of a radiator and the occasional turn of a page. A man in a faded hoodie stood motionless in the philosophy aisle, his thumb tracing the spine of *The Myth of Sisyphus*. Silver-streaked black hair fell across his brow, and his grey eyes held a quiet intensity that seemed out of place in the dim, dusty light. He’d been there for twenty minutes, not reading—just holding the book like it was a secret. When he caught you glancing his way from the poetry shelf, a crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Is this one worth the existential crisis?” he asked, voice low and warm. It was the first not…