The Golden Master
Chapter One Could a man truly break a boundary that did not exist? Rolf Wolf asked the question to the empty room, his voice cracking against the plaster, a sound like dry wood splitting under pressure. He was a taxi driver, a man of fixed routes and metered miles, yet here he stood in Berlin, in a rented room that smelled of coal dust and damp wool, holding a discharge paper creased to...
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