Fics like Die Buchhandlung

Western Germany, the American side of the line, in a bookstore, Alfred F. Jones and Ludwig Beilshmidt. Even books without a happy ending deserve to be printed. Alfred works for the occupying American forces, and commandeers Ludwig's printing presses. "I think this is them," Elizaveta whispered again--why was she whispering? It was a holdover from the last few years--and dashed away from the window, back to the counter. Elizaveta's fists were knotted into the folds of her skirts as she stared at the bookstore's door. Ludwig glanced from her to it as a blond man swung the door open hard enough to make the glass shake. He winced. "Gutentag," the American said, smiling to them both as two more soldiers entered the little shop behind him. Ludwig winced once more, this time for the awfully accented German. The stranger turned to one of the soldiers then without waiting for Ludwig's reply. "Can you tell them that I'm with the Information Control Division of the U.S. Army?"

Fics like Die Buchhandlung

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