The Wistful Witness

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Istanbul in the winter of the Airlift was a city of ghosts and gears, the old quarters huddled against the Bosphorus like a row of teeth gnashing in the cold. The telegraph exchange on the corner clattered its endless, metallic clicks, a sound that had replaced the bells of the neighborhood for three years, marking time in morse code rather than hours. I worked in the shadow of that machine, my...

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