Imagine an ear on four silent paws, slipping where no wire ever could. It is the dead of winter in the nineteen sixties. Deep inside a laboratory belonging to the Central Intelligence Agency, a young technician hunches over a pair of warm headphones. An ashtray glows softly in the dim light, and heavy tape reels whisper as they spin. Suddenly, a burst of laughter from the recording overwhelms e...
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