Magdeburg, Early winter, 1634
Frank Jackson looked out across Magdeburg from the window of his office. Under a blanket of snow, the capital of the months-old United States of Europe looked deceptively tranquil. Underneath the blanket, though, Frank knew there was a dynamic city, still growing, still filling out. A city that was ugly and industrial but beginning to get the sorts of cultural institutions that gave any city, in any time, an indefinable sense of “livability.” Frank shook his head. Things like that were for Mary Simpson and her gaggle of grandes dames to worry about. Frank focused . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff