The Distant Joke
Chapter One "You are to give him the draught now, Demir, or you will join him in the cell," Commander Yilmaz said, his voice flat as a struck iron plate. Huseyin Demir stood in the damp stone infirmary of the fortress, the air heavy with wet wool and old blood. He was thirty-two years old, a weary guard who had served for a decade, and he wanted only to finish his shift without incident. The...
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