The Faded Alibi
Sabri Koc remembered the weight of the silence before the fog even swallowed the sound of the temple bells. It was a specific, heavy quiet, the kind that settles in a boiler room when the engine fails but the fire is still burning. He stood in the center of the old quarters, the dust of the wheat fields coating his boots, and looked back at the life he had tried to preserve. He had wanted only...
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