[It wasn't Lorenz that Edelgard had found. It was a book. A book resting casually on a park bench in one of the city greenspaces. She'd plucked it up on her nightly walk and thumbed through it, curious...and found...hmm...
Well, the LHG engraved into the bottom of the book's cover was a clue as to who it belonged to. And so to the watch!]
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Well, the LHG engraved into the bottom of the book's cover was a clue as to who it belonged to. And so to the watch!]
Have you lost a book of poetry lately, Lorenz?