The Distant Promise

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I The old quarters of Istanbul, in this age of returning ice, did not sleep so much as they held their breath, the terraced houses leaning into the grey that had settled in October and refused to lift. The market squares were already empty, the vendors having folded their stalls against the frost, leaving only the arithmetic of the day’s losses hanging in the cold air, a low, rhythmic counting...

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