The Distant Promise

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"The hand is warm, Heinrich. Why are you digging for a corpse?" Heinrich Lange did not answer. He stood in the dry bed of the flood-control channel, the shovels’ edges biting into the compacted silt. The light was thin, the pre-dawn grey that makes everything look like a bruise. He was a border guard, a man of lines and limits, but here the limits had dissolved into mud. His sister, Greta, had...

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