Autumn chill nipped at Albrecht's ears as he stepped off the docks, and he pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover them. Palermo had changed in the years since he had left, and not for the better. Where the hand of the Spaniards had once been soft as silk, now he could see the bare steel of the gauntlet as it . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff