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In the small, bustling town of Kestane, everyone knew . He was a man who lived by routine, priding himself on being organized, calm, and impeccably dressed. His signature look? A light, breezy silk scarf—a şifon —which he wore regardless of the season, considering it the ultimate accessory of sophistication. He looked at his own reflection in the
The market fell silent, then exploded with laughter—not mean laughter, but the affectionate, loud laughter of a close-knit community.