The Sixth Hand of the Signal
The message arrived on a Thursday in November, a month after the world had stepped back from the edge of annihilation and the ash of that near-ending still hung in the air of every briefing room from Washington to Moscow. In West Berlin the winter came early that year, the cold seeping up from the cobblestones of Kreuzberg, frosting the windows of the U-Bahn stations where the trains no longer...
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