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He was humming a melody passed down through generations of masters, but today, his mind kept wandering to the narrow, shaded alleyways beyond the courtyard walls. He wasn't thinking about the music. He was thinking about Leyla.

A sudden burst of laughter pulled him from his trance. His grandfather, Dede Yusuf, hobbled out from the shade of the pomegranate tree, holding a massive cluster of dark, plump grapes. kara_uzum_habbesi

Aslan didn't drop his gaze. He grinned and played the chorus even faster, letting the fire of the black grape fill the ancient courtyard. If you'd like, let me know: He was humming a melody passed down through