Grantville, 1635

Natasha Clinter had seen her share of odd things since the Ring of Fire had picked up her little town of Grantville and deposited it smack-dab in the middle of Germany, 1631. The man standing at the end of the street had to be one of the oddest, though.

He wore a down-timer’s mockery of an up-time trench coat. A stick, painted to look like a . . .

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