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347 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 26, 2021

"I feel as though I could see the North Pole from here,” I said at last. “There is no land at the Pole and nothing to see, as you know quite well,” Tapio said. “And you are facing south.”
Eberhard had abjured long eye contact, but the times were beyond count that I’d glanced from a book to find MacIntyre and the dog regarding each other in locked concentration as though a deeper cosmic meaning might be found in the smoke-befouled space between them. Or maybe MacIntyre fed Eberhard from the table.
“Oh yes. My beloved Czolgosz. Faithful through all weathers. Except very bad weather. Or any kind of precipitation at all. A light mist and he would become traitorous and seek shelter with whomever. But my shadow. A better, kinder shadow.”
Eberhard seemed depressed as well, though his views could be hard to interpret.