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70. What Comes After Fire

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The golden hue of dawn bled across the Istanbul skyline, soft light touching the ancient domes and mosques that still stood, survivors of centuries, just like them.

Inside the safehouse, the world was quiet — deceptively so.

Yoon-min sat near the window, his knees pulled to his chest, a blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders. His lips were chapped, his skin pale, but his eyes… they held fire. Not the kind that scorched wildly, but the quiet, smoldering kind — the kind that never died, no matter how long it had been buried under ash.

He stared down at the steaming cup of tea in his hands, the scent of cardamom and mint rising like a ghost of comfort. He didn’t sip it. He didn’t need to. The warmth of it grounded him in reality more than anything else could.

He was free.

But what did freedom mean, now that everything had changed?

Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. Yoon-min didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.

Sang-woo stood silently for a moment before crouching beside him, his
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