The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One The reclamation yard hummed with the low, tectonic drone of the power station, a vibration that rattled the teeth in the skull and settled in the marrow of the bone. It was a sound that never stopped, a mechanical heartbeat for the port of Akureyri, where the Spanish Civil War had left its flag on the harbor and its debt on the ledger. Randi Gundersen stood in the engine room of the...
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