The Faded Portrait
Chapter One The Danube rose, swallowing the lower districts of Vienna in a grey, fish-bellied tide that turned the city into an archipelago of roofs and masts. Boats groaned against pilings; the smell of wet wool and diesel hung heavy in the air. Heinrich Lange waded through the sludge, his boots sinking into the silt, toward the ancestral estate at ninety-six of Corvid Lane, a house that had...
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