The Wistful Throne
Chapter One Who was the man in the glass, really? Litsa Karagiannis asked the question aloud, her voice flat against the wet brick of the alley. The rain in Athens did not fall so much as it was pressed down by the wind, a physical weight that soaked through her uniform within minutes. She was thirty-two, a police officer with eight years of service, and she had one hour before the tribunal...
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