The Wistful Mountain

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Osman Polat’s hands were already stained with the black ink of the ledger when the rain began to hammer against the high windows of the courthouse. He was thirty-four, a junior clerk with nine fingers on his left hand, the pinky missing since the powder-mill accident that had ended his father’s life and left Osman with a scarred, trembling hand that could barely hold a pen without shaking. The...

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