The Soul’s Bleeding
Selin’s consciousness had darkened one last time on that freezing shore of the lake, on the crystallized snow. The last thing she remembered was collapsing like a shadow toward that massive ice silhouette in the middle of the lake. Then silence… Absolute, deep, and cold darkness. When she opened her eyelids again, she saw the familiar orange light hitting her face. The fireplace embers were flickering with a feeble brightness like the last breaths of a dying giant. Selin realized she was lying on the rug. Her body had grown heavy, her bones felt as if they’d turned into marble pieces. “Murat…” Selin said. Her voice was weaker than even a whisper, her throat aching as if filled with shards of icy glass. “Murat, you’re here… I know.” After a few seconds of that frightening silence, the ro
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