The Echo of the Cell

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The rain in Prague during the winter of 1954 felt like needles of ice, stitching the city into a shroud of grey. Viktor sat in a dimly lit cafe, his hands trembling as he stirred a cup of bitter coffee. He was the ghost of a dead dynasty, the last scion of a family that had once owned half the valley, now reduced to a series of aliases and forged passports. For fifteen years, Viktor had played...

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