Chapter 40 - 40: The Dawn of the People’s Prince

The train rattled through the cold Bavarian night, clattering over joints in the track, slowing and groaning at every tiny rural station where almost no one got on and only one or two got off.

Every few minutes, the sliding door at the end of the carriage banged open and the conductor came through, boots thudding on the wooden floor, breath puffing white in the chilly air as he checked tickets and barked half-whispered reminders for people to sit properly and "keep the corridor clear."

Eventually, Augsburg and its faint glow vanished behind them, swallowed by darkness.

...