Kavad Ember is an Afghan of no club, the kind of pup whose silence makes the room get nervous. At sunset Kavad Ember sits by the coastal towers and hums to a wheel that everyone agrees has opinions until the wind returns the favor. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Kavad Ember and the way doors behave around them. Kavad Ember is mostly trying to keep one small fire alive in a world that keeps mistaking warmth for noise.