The Strange Mythos of Liesl Kleinpeter
My Advent chiller ~ Season’s Greetings! 🎅 🎄
11 min readDec 6, 2020
The Eve of Saint Nicholas. In a sprawling suburb of Vienna, snow is falling, as thick and as soft as goose feathers. A young girl skips along the pavement, oblivious of the grey ice lurking under the powdery layers. Liesl knows her father is waiting for her, sheltering under the awning of the Gloriette Confiserie, in the…
