The Distant Threshold

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Berlin in the autumn of 1843 was a city of iron and soot, where the canal water ran brown with the runoff of the rice mills and the wind dried the clay walls until they cracked like old skin. I stood in the shadow of the piano nobile, my hands stiff from the cold, watching the procession of carriages that carried the city’s wealth away from the thorn-and-wire scrublands of the outskirts. My...

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