The Golden Myth
Chapter One "The mud is warm again, Magistrate, and the light is coming through the silt." Karin Krause stood in the doorway of the municipal office, his breath visible in the cold air that seeped through the shutters of the piano nobile. He held a leather-bound notebook against his chest, the cover cracked and stained with the red clay of the valley floor. Inside, he had sketched the boundary...
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