Original mysteryNo. 2011 hr 6 minHercule Poirot
Bologna, a grey Sunday morning in November 1920: a city that seems built for beauty and conspiracy at once. In eleven minutes the newly elected Socialist council will take possession of the Palazzo d'Accursio, and half the city — Red flags on one side of the square, Blackshirts on the other — appears determined that it should end in blood.
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