At times I’ve felt the pull to return to a life where every breath was sacred because of a constant awareness that it could be my last. As time ticks by, I feel that pull less and less. Perhaps that is because my mission of caring for my family and my passion for writing and history have combined to give me purpose. But sometimes on a cold fall evening, as the sun sinks below the horizon and the sky turns brilliant shades of red, I remember that there is another world out there, a world in shadow. A world where men and women of the world’s various intelligence services are vying for secrets,
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