“Day five,” he whispered to the empty square. “If I go in, I’m the lead actor now.”
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Selim stared at the cracked screen of his handheld radio. The last broadcast from the European side had cut out seven years ago: a woman’s voice, repeating coordinates to a safe zone in İzmir. Since then, only static and the occasional digital whine from collapsed data relays. “Day five,” he whispered to the empty square