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Selim didn't reply. He didn't feel the familiar heat of anger or the sinking weight of guilt. Instead, he felt a strange, light emptiness. He stood up, the rusted legs of the metal chair scraping against the concrete like a final chord.

He walked to the trash bin and dropped his heavy keychain inside—the keys to the shop he didn’t own and the house that didn’t feel like home. bu_saatten_sonra

into Turkish to capture the local idiom. Selim didn't reply