The Golden Downtown
Could a boy of twelve hold back the tide of a city’s hunger? Tauno Salminen stood at the edge of the mist, his boots sinking into the wet scrubland that bordered the hospital grounds. He was twelve, slight and sharp-featured, carrying a satchel that held only a ledger with two handwritings, a tin whistle, and a photograph of his mother, Marja, whose face had grown thin as parchment in the last...
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