The courtyard erupted with the vibrant, driving tempo of the ancient dance. The notes bounced off the stone walls, carrying out into the street where the children played and the merchants shouted.

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.

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