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AFTERWORD 

 

There was once an Epsom, Minnesota. It existed (barely) a few miles west of my home town of Kenyon, just off Highway 60, until some time in the 1930's or '40's, I think. My grandfather and uncle helped tear up the track on its railroad spur. There's nothing left there now, but it remained on the maps, through some oversight, until the 1970's. When I started this book I looked forward to using a map to vouch for its authenticity, but the cartographers finally got around to erasing it and spoiled my game. I like the name anyway. 

If you happen to know Waldorf College, Forest City, Iowa, where I spent two happy years, you may note some resemblance to Christiania. This resemblance is only cosmetic. 

Experts are unanimous in rejecting the Kensington Runestone as a clumsy fraud. For the purpose of this fiction I have imagined the experts mistaken. It has been known to happen. 

Special thanks are due to Jim Baen, John Brekke, and to my agents, George Scithers and Darrell Schweitzer, for their comments and suggestions on the manuscript. Also (posthumously) to my mother, Gladys Walker, for proofreading. 

 

Lars Walker 
New Hope, Minnesota 

 

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