FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER ELEVEN
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark. Tonight, we find that the hardest thing to translate isn't a language—it’s the silence of a man who has lost everything but his life."
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