Chapter 115 - 115: An Evening With Mother's, Babies warmth

It was late in the day.

The sun had already slipped behind Berlin's rooftops, and light snow drifted down like ash—soft, quiet, relentless. The cold pressed in from every direction, the kind that made grown men walk faster and tuck their chins deeper into their collars.

But this was modern Germany, 1909—the Germany Oskar had been forcing into existence with iron, money, and stubborn will—so the city did not hibernate the way it once had.

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