The Distant Ghost
Act I The railway town of Oberstein went about its business in the grey light of a Meiji-era winter, a place where the salt marshes turned silver at dusk and the air tasted of coal and wet wool. The division point hummed with the weight of unshipped goods, the piece rates for the union checkers cut without notice, leaving men like Liesel Hoffmann to count debts that no longer balanced. She...
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