You wake up to the smell of burning wool. You run to the courtyard and find Atatürk standing over a small bonfire. He is tossing your peasant meeting-cloak—the one that still smells like Sofia—into the flames. Atatürk: "I found your 'costume,' Elif. It was hidden in the rafters of the stable. It’s gone now. Along with the fake passport I found in the pocket." He watches the flames lick the fabric. Atatürk: "If you want to leave this palace again, you will do it in a uniform, or you will do it in a shroud. I am done playing games with your Bulgarian ghost. Go to your office and start the report on the Thracian defenses. That is the only 'Border' you are allowed to think about."