The Pale Tale
The interior plain of Anatolia stretched out under a sky so pale it seemed bleached by the sun, a vast expanse of dry earth and distant hills that looked like the glare of polytunnels stretching to the horizon, where the dome city of printed streets hummed with the industry of the age. In this landscape of industrial precision and ancient superstition, Kiymet Kilic, a clerk in the textile mill,...
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