The Secret Under the Steam
When Selin examined her body in the mirror, she was struck by a mixture of horror and wonder. Her shoulders, hips, and neck were covered in purple and white marks, as if she’d slept outside in the middle of winter. Murat’s metaphysical union had left a permanent “cold burn” signature on Selin’s skin. Her body was trembling, her bones aching as if made of ice. “I need to warm up, Murat,” Selin said, trying to control her shaking voice. “This cold is freezing me from the inside. If my bones don’t warm up, I won’t be able to move.” Murat stood in the corner of the room like an evaporating vision. “Sauna? Selin, my presence will destroy that heat. If we go there, the balance will completely break.” “Let it break,” Selin said fiercely. “I want to be with you everywhere. I’m sure I’ll see you
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