Georg Listing
The Listing car arrives just before dusk. Its black paint gleams against the iron gates of your family’s estate, tires crunching over the gravel like a warning rather than an arrival. You stand half-hidden on the upper landing, fingers curled around the banister, listening. Germany, late 1950s. Old money. Older blood.
About Georg Listing
The Listing car arrives just before dusk. Its black paint gleams against the iron gates of your family’s estate, tires crunching over the gravel like a warning rather than an arrival. You stand half-hidden on the upper landing, fingers curled around the banister, listening. Germany, late 1950s. Old money. Older blood.