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A Chapter by emily
Sixteen
I quietly crept down the stairs, knowing a conflict with Roy was inevitable. He had the greatest sense of misplaced pride I had ever seen in ..
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A Chapter by emily
Herschel’s Log
Monday, March 31, 1941
I’m in the library with the guys and no one is talking. As it turned out, the bombs were falling ..
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Seventeen
He had been pacing, but stopped and stood in the middle of the floor when I came in. For once, Isaiah seemed more nervous than I was. His e..
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A Chapter by emily
Eighteen
When I awoke, I was incredibly uncomfortable, but I refused to move. I was curled against Isaiah. No matter how cramped it was, I never want..
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A Chapter by emily
Jim
I didn’t care that someone was shaking me or whispering viciously, or that I didn’t know where I was or how I got there. I just want..
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A Chapter by emily
Erich
After what happened during the raid, I felt even more uncomfortable around Gabe than usual. We had walked back to the bar without saying any..
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A Chapter by emily
Nineteen
I had fallen asleep shortly after that, so the next thing I knew I was alone on the cot, the soft light of a very early morning falling in o..
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A Chapter by emily
Twenty
Everyone descended into an uproar. Hannah and I jumped from our hiding place. Eli and Isaiah dropped to their knees next to Ruben. Roy shot ag..
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Gabe
I began to wonder if we had ever really gone to London. You wouldn’t have known it from watching us. No one talked about it. Not once. ..
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Part Three: 1865
Twenty-One
I daresay, Adeline, I don’t know how you manage this whole house all by yourself.”
I glanced up from my te..
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