Chapter Fourteen: Checkmate on the Bosphorus

The Stella Maris swayed gently on the Bosphorus, its polished deck gleaming under the soft glow of lanterns, the distant hum of Istanbul’s nightlife a faint echo over the water. Inside the main cabin, the air was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder and blood mingling with the salty tang o...

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