The Golden Scar
Chapter One The confession form sat on the table, a sheet of gray paper heavy with the weight of bureaucratic silence, and Sijbrand van Dijk looked at his hands, which had spent twenty years smoothing the creases of state documents, now trembling slightly as he refused to sign. Director Kruis, a man whose face was as flat and unyielding as the polder land outside the window, leaned forward, his...
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