The Last Ember of Berlin
Berlin in 1946 was a city of ghosts, not the spectral kind, but the kind made of ash and silence. The skyline was a jagged row of broken teeth, and the air always tasted of burnt rubber and old grief. Hans Weber was a man who lived in the gaps. A former army surgeon, he had spent the war stitching together bodies that should have stayed broken. Now, he operated a secret agency in the basement...
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