Zsa-Zsa Korda ought to be dead. He’s lying face-down in a cornfield, his limbs splayed at odd angles, some feet away from where the wreckage of the plane he was flying in before it began to crumple in mid-air smolders. The remnants of his belongings are similarly scattered about, licked by flames. They’re odd items, […]

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