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"So we just give up?" Kabir’s voice cracked. "Distance destroys things, Anjali. Even things as beautiful as this."
He was seven minutes late. Anjali tapped her finger on the table. Anomaly. "So we just give up
She found him there, alone, in a room filled with his own work. More chaos. Splashes of color that fought and danced. Abstracts that looked like storms. Portraits where the eyes followed you. He was standing before a blank canvas, a brush dripping with crimson in his hand. "So we just give up
