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The Incalculable Loss

Zhukov sprinted through the crowds of Red Square. In the shadow of St. Basil’s Cathedral, he nearly caught the American spy. Just as he reached out, he tripped over an Englishman’s umbrella. “Damn foreign spies!” spat Zhukov, sprawling on the … Continue reading

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