Loud, clear roars of crowing roosters broke the silence, echoing one after another to announce the start of a new day. Wisps of pale smoke drifted from the chimneys of the farmhouses—the signal that industrious farm wives were preparing breakfast for their families.
As time passed, the sky grew brighter, and golden sunlight pierced the thin clouds, spilling across the earth.
Farmers returning from early morning labor filed endlessly past the house where Theresia lived. Teeming with suspicion, someone finally knocked on that door.
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