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Available in PRINT HERE. Something is rotten in Göthewig. Established three generations ago by tax scofflaws from Schleswig, this mercantile utopia teeters on ruin, all former glory reduced to a thin veneer over unseen sickness. The marshes—tamed into a system of canals by the founders—have begun to reclaim what was theirs as an insidious rot spares nothing. Beyond the tenements and guild houses, …




