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"The Defector" by Dave Fox
An East German defector working for the CIA attempts to become a double agent, playing both sides in a deadly game of Cold War espionage, only to discover a shocking betrayal that leaves him with no escape.
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The Defector
By Dave Fox
The year is 1962, and the Iron Curtain hangs heavy, a tangible symbol of the Cold War's icy grip, casting long, unyielding shadows across Berlin's divided landscape. The city split like a festering wound, seething with tensions simmering just beneath the surface a few short months before the world would hold its breath over Cuban missiles. In a stark interrogation room deep within the bowels of a nondescript building, Alexi Müller sits, a man caught in the vise of history.
East German by birth, worry has etched itself deeply onto Alexi's face. His mid-fifties show in the way his once-thick hair recedes at the temples, revealing a scalp that gleams unnaturally under the harsh fluorescent lights. Deep creases fan out from his tired eyes, each a testament to sleepless nights and gnawing anxieties, as though the weight of the Iron Curtain itself has pressed down upon him.
The room itself is a monument to unease. Its steel walls, devoid of ornament or warmth and padded for soundproofing, create an almost suffocating sense of isolation. A single, two-way mirror dominates one wall, offering an unseen audience a one-sided view of the proceedings.
Bathed in the harsh glare, Alexi remains unmoving, acutely aware of the watchful eyes hidden behind the glass. A nervous tic plays at his fingers, drumming a staccato rhythm on the cold steel table. Each tap echoes like a Morse code of fear and anticipation. A bead of sweat, born of fear and the oppressive atmosphere, traces a slow, deliberate path down his temple, each drop a silent marker of his growing anxiety.
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