The Frozen Exodus
The ice had been keeping them alive for a hundred years, or at least that was what the Ambassador had promised. Arthur Winthrop remembered the cold that first night in the ice cellar beneath the Thames—how the damp had seeped through their wool coats, how the rats scurried across the stone floor as the workers signed their names on the dotted lines. Eight thousand of them, men and women from...
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