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A Chapter by emily
Erich
I pretended I didn’t know why I left the
barracks that night. Out on the street I told myself I didn..
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A Chapter by emily
Gabe
He was crying. Erich was in my room, in my
bed, in my arms, and he was crying. He was letting me hold him...
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A Chapter by emily
Guess what? This is still a book, despite my yearlong hiatus. Sorry, it's been a weird year.
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A Chapter by emily
Erich
There
was nothing I could have done to stop the raid on the elders. Only Dietrich
knew his own goddamn ev..
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A Chapter by emily
Herschel’s Log
Sunday, March 9, 1941
I’m sitting on a bus full of strangers in a country I first saw yesterday. I know that this is the..
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A Chapter by emily
Erich
I braced myself against the cold spring wind that blew against my back. The school turned out to be a lot further away from my motel than I th..
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A Chapter by emily
Gabe
I stood in the center of the school square, clutching my luggage and watching as the shadows of the oak tree crept across the courtyard. Appar..
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A Chapter by emily
Jim
“Oh, come on!” I groaned, throwing a punch at the seat in front of me. My cab had gotten stuck behind a bus ten minutes outside of ..
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A Chapter by emily
Herschel’s Log
Monday, March 10, 1941
It’s been a long slow day, but somehow I haven’t found a minute alone since I got off that ..
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