The Wistful Letter
Could a man truly be free if the walls of his own making were still holding him in place? The question hung in the salt-tinged air of the Mirror Keep, a structure of polished obsidian that rose from the fog-choked streets of the old quarters like a black tooth in the jaw of Istanbul. Mehmet Ozkan stood before the primary glass, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the...
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