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Story13.3 Angel of Mercy windrose11 year 11 months ago
Story13.2 Angel of Mercy windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story13.1 Angel of Mercy windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story12.4 Sandstorm windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story12.3 Sandstorm windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story12.2 Sandstorm windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story12.1 Sandstorm windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story11.2 The Wrong Route windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story11.1 The Wrong Route windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story10.2 Double-Cross windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story10.1 Double-Cross windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story09.4 Crossroads windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story09.3 Crossroads windrose01 year 11 months ago
Story09.2 Crossroads windrose01 year 12 months ago
Story09.1 Crossroads windrose01 year 12 months ago
Story08.1 Rosario windrose01 year 12 months ago
Story07.4 Mazzikin windrose01 year 12 months ago
Story07.3 Mazzikin windrose01 year 12 months ago
Story07.2 Mazzikin windrose02 years 10 hours ago
Story07.1 Mazzikin windrose02 years 1 day ago
Story06.5 Ransom windrose02 years 2 days ago
Story06.4 Ransom windrose02 years 3 days ago
Story06.3 Ransom windrose02 years 4 days ago
Story06.2 Ransom windrose02 years 5 days ago
Story06.1 Ransom windrose02 years 6 days ago

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4.3 Spotted in Budapest

Next morning, they sat down for breakfast at the restaurant downstairs by a table beside a window facing Országház utca with a view of the Matthias...

4.2 Spotted in Budapest

There came a faint knock on the door. “Come in!” Tyler glanced at his watch, six-thirty in the evening. He got everything spread on the bed going...

4.1 Spotted in Budapest

Tyler Friesen arrived at Budapest in the second week of March with no pseudonym attached. He carried two pieces of luggage, a Royal typewriter in a...

3.2 Lodestar

Tyler didn’t want to spoil the temperature in his room, he went downstairs to open the door. A young officer in a greatcoat saluted him, “Sir! Good...

3.1 Lodestar

It was a cold night. Tyler Friesen dropped his file preparing to go to bed. In a second thought, he switched on the bed lamp and picked the memo cube...

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