The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The tax carts rolled through the Anatolian plain, their wheels grinding against the dry stone, carrying the weight of the season’s harvest toward the distant capital. The air hung with dust, a physical fact that settled in the lungs and coated the tongue. Nazire Aslan, twelve years old and small for her age, stood at the edge of the quarry lake, watching the blue water stretch out unnaturally...

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