The Wistful Saga
Chapter One The dry season in the Bavarian highlands was not a season of drought, but of a specific, grinding silence where the mud dried into cracks wide enough to swallow a boot. Renate Krueger, a border guard of thirty-two years, stood in the study of the old manor, her breath pluming in the air that felt less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against her eardrums. She...
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