Get Out

Outside the room, Uras was waiting, wearing his long overcoat and wielding his Bürkut hilt sword. He was swaying anxiously on his heels, as if looking towards the stairs with equal impatience and fear. "This doesn't sound like much of a story, Uras, does it?" said a hoarse voice. "It doesn't look like it," replied Uras. Instead of answering, Tumaris ran ahead of him, descending the steps in twos. Uras quickly ran after Tumaris to follow him.Caught him downstairs. Only a faint light filled the common room. The hall was empty except for the two of them. Tumaris stood by one of the front windows, peering out, as if trying not to be seen. Uras opened the door a little and looked at the garden, then went to join Tumaris, wondering what Tumaris was watching. Tumaris muttered for attention, but moved for Uras to look too.

At first he wasn't sure exactly what he was seeing. A crowd of about three dozen Karagöl residents had gathered on the shore of Karagöl. Bilge had turned to them, his back
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