The Pale Shadows
Chapter One The fog in the industrial suburbs of Krakow did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, gray blanket that smothered the breath of the city and stopped the boats on the Vistula. Maria Michalski stood on the mill floor, the looms stopped cold, her hands wrapped around the collar of her father’s worn wool coat, a garment that had been preserved in a cedar box for three years and...
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