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The Sultan looked at the bundle and then at the woman. He did not ask for a price. He set his palm over the letters and murmured, not an incantation so much as an invitation. He told her a small, true story about the market: that every lantern’s light belonged as much to those who sold goods as to those who carried them home. The woman unbound the ribbon and read aloud. The letters, mended and whole, were simple and human. She read them and, when she finished, folded them again and said quietly, “I will keep them closed.” She thanked the Sultan and walked away, lighter in a way neither she nor anyone else could measure.