His wrists and ankles were bound by chains. His once-proud mane of dark hair had all but disappeared, replaced by a circular bald patch atop his head and long, shaggy gray locks flowing down the back of his neck. Whereas once his face had maintained a close, clean shave, a beard had taken root at...
He stopped outside the building and gazed up at the big blue letters emblazoned above the doors. Employment Office. The words themselves were daunting. Henrik had narrowed his quest for distinction to one of two options when he awoke that morning: Try to find a new job or try to find a girlfriend...