The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One "You cannot leave the crate unattended," the stationmaster barked, his voice cracking like dry timber. Karl Schulz did not look up from the orchids, his fingers tracing the waxy petals of a Phalaenopsis with the tenderness of a man holding a newborn. The train had been dead for three days, stranded in the industrial wasteland of the Bavarian highlands, the air heavy with rust and...
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