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Sixteen Years Later: Going Back to Tallinn

I shoved my face into my scarf and pulled open the door to the dark hallway. It reeked of alcohol, garlic and cat piss. I reached for the handrail and walked up the concrete stairs to the first floor studio apartment. After a few tries the key slid into the keyhole. An easy click, a hip push, and the door squeaked open.

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Sixteen Years Later: Going Back to Tallinn

Sixteen Years Later: Going Back to Tallinn