The Distant Wound
Chapter One The threshing floor of the Anatolian plain hummed with the dry, rhythmic thud of wooden flails, a sound that swallowed the silence of the bamboo hills rising in the distance, where the air tasted of dust and impending drought. In the shadow of the granary, where the light failed to reach, Sultan Dogan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the workers move in their...
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