The Distant Promise

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Chapter One "You see the rot, or do you only see the rot you wish to ignore?" Sultan Ozturk stood in the doorway of the survey office, the white sky outside pressing against the glass like a physical weight. The air inside smelled of damp wool and the stale, metallic tang of old paper. He was forty years old, a border warden by title, a census enumerator by the grim necessity of the times, and...

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