[illustration by H P Lovercraft] In the shadowy depths of Istanbul, a civilian journalist named Elif navigates a labyrinth of secrets and lies. Haunted by the memory of her estranged family, she is driven by a singular purpose: to uncover an ancient artifact believed to possess the power to challenge the regime's iron grip. This relic, whispered about in the dark corners of the city, is said to be hidden within the underworld—an enigmatic realm where the boundaries between the living and the dea

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