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He stood up, his joints creaking, and handed the flag to Ali. It felt heavier than the boy expected—dense with the history of those who had carried it before.

The wind howled across the Anatolian plateau, carrying the scent of wild thyme and coming storms. In the small village of Hisarköy, young Ali sat by his grandfather, Mustafa, who was meticulously polishing an old brass flagpole. UДџur IЕџД±lak BayraДџД± Elden BД±rakma

That night, a fierce gale tore through the valley. The village groaned under the pressure of the storm. Ali woke to the sound of shutters banging and ran to the window. In the courtyard, he saw the silhouette of his grandfather standing by the mast. The old man wasn't just watching; he was bracing the base, his white hair whipping in the dark. He stood up, his joints creaking, and handed the flag to Ali