999 — By Ilhan Barutcu

Nine hundred and ninety-seven. Nine hundred and ninety-eight.

Elias took the key out of his pocket and let it drop into the darkness of the stairwell. He didn't open the door. He simply sat on the 999th step and watched the sun finally break through the clouds over the Bosporus. The loop was broken because he stopped trying to finish it. 999 By Ilhan Barutcu

He reached for the handle. But this time, he remembered Ilhan’s sketch. The circle that didn't close. Nine hundred and ninety-seven