We did what any pair of impulsive, under-caffeinated investigators would do when facing the weight of a possible international conspiracy.
We went to church.
Not just any church. St. Stephen’s Cathedral. The jagged, gothic monster planted in the center of Vienna like a rusted blade through time. Its spire claws the sky at 136 meters, and it looks less lik…
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