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and begin work as a ranked analyst working to sift through the intel from what truly is a crumbling European continent. I am so close to gaining my title as a person without a name, a person known simply by a number, to be a spy, that I can literally taste it! Amidst the excitement that ensued from me hearing all this, I was told to go to the train station in two hours, hike through the lots, get to the back where the military trains roll through, and wait for a man with a briefcase. He should be the only person back there that isn’t a railman, so it should be no worry. I do so, and once I am back in to rear lot, find a bundle of wood and take a seat. It’s loud back here. So much is going on: men tying rods to tracks, welding on new boxcars, and trains passing by over and over again. The drum of noise in monotonous, and quickly lulled me to sleep. I woke, peered up, for my head had slunk into my lap, and saw the man with the briefcase standing before me, just watching me. I jumped to my feet. He was not amused; I could see it in his face. HE said to follow in an accent I couldn’t place. I really don’t know where that accent is from. That’s going 49

Something Oranje  

A historical novel focused around the life a tuberculosis patient and the Jewish Consumptives' Relief Society in Spivak, Colorado, just outs...

Something Oranje  

A historical novel focused around the life a tuberculosis patient and the Jewish Consumptives' Relief Society in Spivak, Colorado, just outs...

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