The-First-Star

Prologue Stuttgart, Germany The couple arrived at the gala twenty minutes after eight. They were casually late and on foot, emerging from the general direction of the Schlossplatz, which was crowded with the usual overflow of tourists taking pictures of the Neues Schloss. They lingered in front of the museum with the other tardy guests, a crowd of lavishly-dressed if not slightly older selection of the museum’s dedicated patrons and benefactors. It was a midsummer night. Delicately warm. The air had been thickened with the mingled scent of women’s perfume and the deeper musk of the exhaust spewed by the cabs idling up and down t

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