The Pale Banner
The pension ledger had one hundred and twenty-six of the Salt Gate entries, a number Huseyin Kaya had memorized like a prayer, each line a promise of stability he was now determined to break. He stood in the soot-choked air of the mill, the rain hammering sideways against the slate hills outside, holding a forged ration card in his left hand while his right gripped the cold iron railing of the...
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