Three days after the dramatic fall of Viktor Baranov, the winter sun broke over the city of Prague with blinding, crystalline brilliance. The historic Charles Bridge, dusted in fresh powdery snow, gleamed like a highway of polished silver across the sparkling green waters of the Vltava. The air was crisp, clean, and carrying the joyous chime of cathedral bells pealing from St. Vitus Cathedral atop the castle heights to the…
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