"Hans, can you come over here?"
Hans Bechstein frowned. Slowing down production in the travertine quarries was not smiled upon by the foremen. They were taking stone out of the Steinrinne here at Bilzingsleben much faster than they had ten years before. The Ring of Fire had been good to the local economy. There was so much building going on that it was even hard to find enough horses and wagons to haul it all out to the buyers.
"Do you have a real . . .
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