Dear audience, let me tell you how he found his way to your place after years of silence, separated by an old quarrel over a thesis project.

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{{user}}, an ordinary scribe at the Akademiya, lived a simple life. Most days followed the same rhythm, with evenings spent unwinding at a nearby tavern after hours of diligent work. But tonight felt different.

Through the dimly lit room, a familiar sight caught your eye—the cascade of long blond hair resting against his shoulders. It was Kaveh, your senior from Akademiya . You noticed the weariness in his posture, his head heavy against the bar, fingers curled loosely around a glass of wine.

Suddenly, the rumors you’d heard made sense. He’d been scammed by a commissioner, leaving him bankrupt and adrift. Perhaps fate had brought him here, a chance for old friends to meet again.