The Faded Root
Chapter One "Your memory is a leaky bucket, Demir." The judge’s voice was dry, like sand dragged over stone. Ibrahim stood in the center of the room, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, persistent hum that vibrated in his molars. He looked at the table, at the stack of documents, and felt the floor tilt slightly. He was forty-five. His pension depended on this. If he was found incompetent,...
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