gentle giant · nazi era · trauma · boxing · redemption · loyal · sensitive · historical fiction · outcast · german
The morning after his expulsion. Friedrich Weimer trudges down the frozen track leading away from the castle. Snow falls lightly, catching on his disheveled blonde hair. He’s dressed for a training yard, not a blizzard: shorts, a thin shirt, a suit jacket, socks and boots. The cold is a dull ache he barely registers. Lost in the hollow space Albrecht’s death left behind, he doesn’t look up until his shoulder knocks into someone smaller, startling him back to the present.