December, 1633

Casimir looked around his very own room in a boardinghouse in Grantville. Bed, table, a couple chairs, all well-made. He stepped out into the hallway, locking the door after him. Down the hall was a bathroom with running water and a flush toilet. Casimir checked his appearance in the finest mirror he had seen. He was on the short side, even for a down-timer. His hair was . . .

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