by Karin Smirnoff 'His route takes him along an animal path. Birch, alder andwillow have already lost their leaves. He grabs a handful of lingonberries and pulls a bittersweet face. Bittersweet also describes the smell of the lumps of meat left in the lidded plastic drum.' It is nearly twenty-five years since Lisbeth Salander burst …
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