Kunigunde stood in the quiet dim coolness of her mother’s house near the very center of Wittenförden, a small, secluded village where she knew she was not welcome.
The house, before, during, and after her mother, had been slowly expanded so that the loft was now more of a shelf, and the central hearth was large . . .
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