Nonfiction | July 24, 2018
Mordwand
Natasha Sajé
From behind the bar, Frau Steffen looked me up and down as if appraising an animal a livestock show. She was not quite thirty, tiny and blonde, birdlike with sharp features and large blue-gray eyes. Her nails were manicured with pink polish. Her voice suggested a hint of glass breaking.
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