The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Mehmet Aslan stood at the edge of the city, his uniform crisp but his hands trembling with a fatigue that sleep could not fix. He wanted to clear his name before the tribunal at dawn, but what stood against him was time itself; his body was failing, and the uncanny thread was the pale, static hum of the boundary wall that mirrored his exhaustion. He was a soldier who had accepted...
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