The Golden Suspect
Chapter One Renate Zimmermann was a border warden who had not slept in three days, and the plaster in the east wall was scratching like a rat trying to get out. I stood before Major Voss in the top-floor office, the smell of wet wool and old paper thick in the air, while the printing press in the next room thumped a steady, rhythmic heartbeat against my ribs. He claimed I had killed the spy, a...
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