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Lindsay stood in the hospital corridor, watching me approach. She was bright with fear, shining. I was afraid to touch her.
A man came from the Ministry of Public Order. We sat in the kitchen drinking Nescafe. He was a middle-aged man, a chain-smoker whose brisk and commanding ma
But who were they really after?This is it, this is the thing I can't resolve. I'd gone ru