The Wistful Saga
Could the blood of the poor buy back the life of the rich? Helmut Fink stood before the glass case in the after-hours archive, his fingers trembling against the cold iron. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had soaked into his skin over twelve years of service. He was thirty-two, an archivist, a man of quiet dignity, yet here he was, a thief in his own employ. His sister,...
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