The Wistful Asylum

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Act I The border town of Neu-Wien churned under the weight of the harvest, a place where the air tasted of wet silt and diesel, and the only things moving with any certainty were the crabs skittering through the mud flats and the men walking to their shifts at the steel mills. Liesel Schulz, thirty-four years old and stiff with the kind of discipline that does not bend, walked from the estate...

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