The Distant Blade
"Sign here, Seidel. And here." The pen scratched against the paper with a sound like a nail dragging across wood. Werner Seidel did not look up. His hand was steady, but the ink smeared slightly on the second line, a brown blot that looked like a bruise. The man across the desk, Inspector Vogel, leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked. Vogel was a thin man, all elbows and sharp angles,...
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