Six Desks Between a Man and His Name
FIRST DESK: THE STREET. Friedrich Dorner typed his report at 04:15, the keys of his portable Olympia striking the paper with the quick rhythm of a man who had walked too fast through too many dark streets to trust the morning. His office was a rented room on Kantstrasse, third floor, the window facing the wall of the building next door. He had been running a source inside the Soviet military...
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