It was a gloriously gray, damp day in Nuremberg. A perfect day for Hilda. She loved staying at home when it was cold outside and the streets had a fine dusting of snow. On days like these, Hilda would hunker down and cook — filling the entire apartment with delectable aromatics, which no doubt rose up to the apartment of the smart-looking widower above.…
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