The Golden Crossing
Ernst Lange owed the city four hundred marks and had six months left on his indenture, a fact he kept in the pocket of his coat next to the thumbprint that bound his labor to the mill race. The winter light in the Bavarian border town was a physical weight, pressing down on the alpine farms where the river was chained by locks of stone and iron, and it fell on Ernst’s shoulders with the same...
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