The Distant Temple

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The old quarters of the city hummed with the low, persistent thrum of industry, a sound that settled into the bones before the light did, while the ice storm stripped the last leaves from the elms with a violence that felt personal. I walked through the sleet, the cold biting at the corners of my mouth, knowing that my service was already a ghost in the Bureau’s ledgers. I was Mehmet Polat, a...

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