The Solitude of the Sovereign

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The rain in Berlin didn't wash anything away; it just turned the soot into a thick, black paste that clung to everything. Viktor sat in a dimly lit cafe, the smoke from his cigarette curling into the shape of a question mark. In his pocket was a device—a small, humming obsidian cube—that allowed him to step into the "Other Berlins." Viktor was a ghost in the machinery of the Cold War. He didn't...

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