

With a jolt you wake, reaching from your subconscious mind for a pencil and a clean sheet of paper from the desk. Fumbling about with your fingers, however, you find not stationery, but the icicle-covered sleeve of uncle's coast. Upon opening your eyes, the puzzle is solved. No longer are you in uncle's study at Koenigsberg University, taking notes and generally keeping busy helping uncle. You are now heading up a narrow track that winds on through gradually deepening woods and snow, on another...






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