A single red scarf cuts through the gray fog, a startling, precise line of color. This is our entry point: dawn on a river ferry, where coffee steam rises and gulls wheel in the wind. Here we meet Mara, a field biographer, clutching a taped confession, her thumb shaking. The city wakes to faint sirens and the sound of water slapping against steel. Mara is a hunter of truth, and this secret sets...
