Whispers of the Moon

Berlin, the more oppressive the air seemed. She had heard stories of the city's growing tension-rumors of resistance, whispers of betrayal, and the ever-present threat of surveillanc

at something was weighing heavily on him, though he offered no explanation. She longed to ask him more about what was truly happening, about Max's role in whatever conflict had torn

he present. "We'll be in Berlin in two hours. Once we arrive, you'll need to k

had trusted Max once, with all her heart, and now she was about to face a world where every step

r and control were woven into every street and building. This was no longer the glamorous world of Ascot and the Riviera, where she had once danced and l

tured for Diana to follow. "Stay close," he said,

it her like a wall, the weight of it a sharp contrast to the warm, easy life she had once known. The city felt like a living

d architecture and the bustling streets, but it all seemed distant, detached-like a stage set for a play, with no real characters in it. The

w street in the heart of the city. Walker pulled the car to a st

as far as I can take you. From

n. "What do you mean? I thoug

done all I can. This is the last place Max was seen.

unsettling. She had known the road ahead would be difficult, but standing on the precip

to do once I'm inside?" she ask

s is a contact. A man named Klaus Fischer. He's your best chance of finding Max. He's in a posi

a flicker of doubt. Could she trust Walker? Could she trust anyone in this city of shadows? But

ice steady, though her mind chu

at they seem. If they find you here-if they find out you're looking for

anding alone on the threshold of a new world. The building before her

the fear. She had to find Max. She had to