The Faded Guest
Chapter One Huseyin Ozkan’s hands were already stained blue to the wrist when the first drumbeat thumped through the floorboards, a low, wet pulse that vibrated up through the soles of his leather boots and settled in his teeth. He was elbow-deep in the indigo vat, the liquid cold enough to numb the nerve endings in his fingers, pulling a bolt of white linen out of the darkness and shaking it...
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