The Promise of Spring

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I The notebook did not belong to Arthur Winslow. He knew this the moment he lifted it from the bottom of his sea chest in the apartment on West 73rd Street. The leather cover was the color of dried blood, and the pages were filled with a hand so precise it might have been engraved. But the words were not in English. They were in French. And they were not about the war. Arthur had been a war...

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