scene: sweat and tragedy
jack was sprawled on a gray couch, scarred with cigarette burns, probably from the time of the last world war. […]
jack was sprawled on a gray couch, scarred with cigarette burns, probably from the time of the last world war. […]
every neighborhood has its quirks. some are charming, like the sound of church bells or the smell of fresh bread
fallos ministry was introduced as one of humanity’s most “important” innovations. in the past, people’s desires were uncontrollable; passion, chaos,
santa claus sat on his icy throne in the snowy arctic, thinking about how beloved he used to be. the
the world, in one way or another, is the world as we know it. our knowledge of reality is shaped
chapter 1 huseyin efendi is a physician at mahmut dede bimarhanesi. he is a graduate of western medical education. although
chapter 1: shadows in the golden labyrinth in the vast toran empire, the golden labyrinth was not just a palace;
darkness had settled over the narrow streets of the city, accompanied by a steady rain. an eerie silence filled the
in the bustling heart of istanbul’s grand bazaar, the air was thick with the scent of spices and the hum
in a remote village nestled at the foot of a snow-covered mountain, life was simple and isolated. the villagers rarely