In the final days of March, nineteen twenty-two, a strange quiet settled over the remote Hinterkaifeck farm in Bavaria. For several days, no one saw the Gruber family. Yet, smoke still drifted from the chimney. The dog was tied up, and the cattle were fed. From a distance, everything looked normal.
A neighbor finally crossed the ice-hard yard, his boots cracking the frozen ground. The barn doo...
