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She read the letter through his eyes. Dear Mum, the war ends at eleven. They say we’ll be home for Christmas. But the lieutenant has a different kind of math. Love, Thomas. Thomas. Her name was Thomas. No. Her name was Elara. But the download was a key, and the lock was her soul. Download-3.49MB-

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