As we reached the threshold of the Abbassian Traditional House, a childlike sense of excitement took root within my companion's heart. Like an impatient child eager for a mint chocolate, she moved through the ancient structure with unrestrained enthusiasm. My wife, always my confidante and partner in exploration, seemed to feel an insatiable thirst to devour every memory held within those walls. With indescribable eagerness, they whispered, "I'm going …

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