Dawn breaks on an Australian shore, revealing a man in a crisp suit, untouched by the tide. His chest is still. In his pocket, a bus ticket, a comb, and a single, cryptic phrase torn from a book: ‘It is finished.’ They call him the Somerton Man, and his story is one of many that begins where all other stories end.
His silence echoes across the globe. It is heard in the frozen expanse of Dyatlo...
