The Berlin Requiem
The rain in Berlin did not just fall; it dissected. It cut through the grey concrete and the jagged scars of a divided history, turning the city into a cold, geometric puzzle. For Greta, the only place where the pieces aligned was in her kitchen. She ran a small, nameless bistro in a district where the buildings still bore the pockmarks of old wars, a place where the food was an exercise in...
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