The Faded Apartment
Chapter One "You're holding it upside down, Anders," the old man said, his voice dry as the peat in the drying shed. "The tear is on the left side. The man was left-handed. Or he was a coward." Anders Bakken adjusted his spectacles, the brass rims cold against his eyebrows, and looked closer at the uniform jacket laid out on the chart table. The fabric was a heavy wool, the color of dried...
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