The Keeper of Embers
The ruins of Vienna in 1924 were a skeletal reminder of a world that had forgotten how to love. Elias walked through the debris of the Ringstrasse, his boots clicking on shattered porcelain and scorched stone. He had once been a sergeant in the Great War, a man who could clear a trench in minutes and sleep through a barrage of artillery. He had been a master of the art of killing, a skill that...
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