I’d not long been made journeyman when the Schöpfers’ Guild gave me my first commission in 1928. Frau Leitner from Bavaria had written to request a small restoration—I took the southbound train from Berlin, made two changes, and disembarked at the end of the line in a small town tucked between the pleats of the mountains.
approx. 6300 words
First published in Strange Horizons — December 2016
Winner of the World Fantasy Award 2017 for Best Short Fiction