The Golden Maze
Chapter One The light in Budapest did not break through the fog; it dissolved into it, turning the Danube into a grey smear against the city plain. Yelena Stancev stood in the queue, her boots soaking through the leather, watching the rain hammer the pavement with a rhythmic, metallic persistence. She was a border guard, thirty-two years old, and she had sold her patent for a pittance to buy a...
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