The Distant Promise
Chapter One The old quarters of Istanbul moved like a sick animal, grinding against the rain that had fallen sideways for seven days straight. The streets were not roads but channels, carrying the grey slurry of mud and sewage toward the Bosphorus, where the water churned with the weight of the city’s decay. In this wet, rotting sprawl, Ibrahim Demir walked with the heavy, deliberate step of a...
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