The Distant Temple
Chapter One Did you think the tea would save you? I ask because I need to know if you heard the silence before the cup shattered. The Prime Minister, Selim, sat in the high chair, his face a mask of polite boredom, while the Emperor’s breath rattled in his chest like a loose hinge. I was the court physician, Mustafa Korkmaz, and I had spent the last three months chasing a shadow that smelled of...
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