Magdeburg, October 1, 1636
Lady Beth heard the pounding in her head and thought she was dreaming. Or was it a nightmare? Unfortunately, it persisted, and finally she awoke enough to realize that it was not her headache-addled mind, nor was it the touch of a cold that insisted on blocking her sinuses. No, it was a determined set of knuckles rapping on her front door.
“I’m coming, I’m . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff