only pressing concern: I regret  noold you, out of spite, about tter bet lying, but I’m still so embarrassed t it  if you forgot about it. Pretend I never mentioned anyt thus involved, please?

    I AM YOUR BELOVED UNCLEAlas, it’s difficult er, difficult. As s in t room, I could  I could do not look at trying to read, t ten t ter deated t formerly ined. Upon beeous state of its body, bloodied, decomposing and oozing, as it rested in tearfully and mournfully grieve, “Lo, my miserable mortal coil, my dear ched old

    body.” At once, I t of Elegant Effendi’s bitter end at ttom of t urally must ing, and finding  at  in the well.

    aside tra ig so as to  fur and, as I urned to discover S in the doorway.

    “her?”

    “You get back inside. to the funeral.”

    I passed treets, betting  o stand, and time, taking tious steps of an aging man trying not to slip and fall on t-of-t dealt in carriages and y.

    I’m not sure art t ty’s Edirne Gate. At tinate. e miniaturists and calligrap. As I  ing atop tone funeral block, and I felt suco he Allahümme Barik prayer became muddled in my mind.

    After tion sill among all turists and calligrapork and I ten t on some nig in t of oil lamps il morning on my book, ried to convince me of ty of Elegant Effendi’s gilding  en t I’d actually given  no one else is qualified to do ter, Olive gave me a friendly and respectful look before o embrace is a good man—and tures so pleased me t I s,  believed in my book.

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