The Faded Road
Chapter One The railway division at Oberammergau groaned under the weight of the October grey, a relentless physical fact that pressed the alpine farms into submission, the reeds of the delta braiding into mud as the harvest collapsed in price and the ration office queues stretched endlessly into the fog, while Liesel Lange, a thirty-two-year-old exile, stood in the damp cellar of the estate,...
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