The Last Ember of Normandy
(V-09: WWII / Tragic Romance) The hedgerows of Normandy were a wall of emerald green, hiding a thousand ways to die. Julian Thorne lay in the mud, the smell of cordite and wet earth filling his nostrils. He was a man who knew the end of the war, who knew the exact date of the surrender and the names of the generals who would sign the documents. He had come to 1944 not to win the war—that was...
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