The Distant Temple
I The glass in the office did not reflect the room; it held the light of the unseasonal sun, a physical weight that pressed against the pane while Nazire Aslan stood before the High Chancellor. She was thirty-four, her trade as a cinema usherette long abandoned for the requisitioned village, and she demanded the release of her brother, Kadir, who had been detained for three days for...
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