The Fragmented Waltz
Vienna in the twilight of the century was a city of gilded cages and velvet curtains. Adrian sat in a dimly lit cafe, the smell of roasted coffee and old books clinging to his coat. He was a man of many faces—a linguist, a musician, a scholar—and a killer. He had been trained by the Circle to be the ultimate chameleon, a man who could dissolve into any environment. But the mirrors were starting...
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