The Ruins of Grace
The winter of 1946 did not bring snow to Berlin; it brought ash. The city was a skeletal remains of its former self, a landscape of jagged concrete and frozen mud. Hans wandered the ruins as a ghost, a soldier who had survived the front but lost his memory in the collapse of a bunker in the Ardennes. He didn't know his rank, his hometown, or why his hands shook whenever he heard a whistle. He...
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