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Only the wind answers, stoking the hundred fires higher, turning the Queen of Cities into a blacksmith's forge.

The number "100" is not a count. It is a sensation. The sound of a hundred windows shattering. A hundred mothers calling lost names. A hundred years of wooden Istanbul turning to charcoal in a single, cursed afternoon. 100 Istanbul Yangin var Sahin Agam

And still the call echoes through the smoke: "Sahin Agam..." Only the wind answers, stoking the hundred fires

In the chaos, the cries merge into one: "Sahin Agam! Sahin Agam, where are you?" The sound of a hundred windows shattering

The fire trucks are stuck in the gridlock. The tulip gardens are embers. And the man who knew the city’s veins—the old water merchant, the retired yangın söndürücü (firefighter) who could read smoke like a map—is gone. Sahin Agha, with his silver-handled axe and his voice that could calm a stampeding crowd, is not here.

Perhaps he is trapped under a beam. Perhaps he is in the next valley, fighting another of the hundred flames. Or perhaps—the old women whisper from their dusty windows—perhaps he set the fires himself, to burn away the rot so something new could grow.