Chapter Twenty
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BurialsSomething in Walter's eyes hinted at a revenge long overdue, a spark of imminent victory. It was as though some ancient mariner had dredged up a man he'd feared drowned, only for the corpse to awaken and drag him down to abyssal depths. An unpleasant flickering at the back of the iris, blue and torrid like the fast-flowing Rhine. One might have even said him unstable, but Walter was ever unpredictable.
“Do you think you might excuse me, my love?”
“But we have so much to discuss,” Linka implored. “We've barely had a moment together.”
“We shall, I promise. But there is a girl that needs a friend and I think along with Walter here,” he nodded his appreciation, “I am one of only two.”
“Is that compassion, I hear?”
“Whatever it is, I must act on it.”
“I suppose
