The Wistful Silence
Chapter One Could a man be guilty of silence? Vera Novikov stood in the wire room of the brokerage, her breath fogging the cold glass, and watched the snow bury the courtyard. The road to the exchange was closed, a fact that meant nothing to the men inside who traded futures on paper, but it meant everything to Vera, who had a lapsed professional license and a husband’s name hanging by a...
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