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Later Summer 2012

Hans Bergman had to be helped out of the van’s hidden compartment after some innumerable number of hours getting acquainted with every pothole between Dushanbe and wherever he was now. His legs had been in one position for so long, rigor mortis had set in.

The van had come to a stop in the garden of a gated house. A fountain burbled ...