The Libraries of the Lost
The wind in the Ardennes always tasted of iron and old pine. For Julian, it was the scent of a ghost. He had spent forty years as a shadow, a man who existed in the margins of history, traveling through the ruined villages of Europe with a single, obsessive purpose: to build the Libraries of the Lost. Julian had been a captain in the 101st Airborne. He had survived the winter of 1944, but he...
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