Dear Stranger,
Papa says it doesn't look too good right now. He says it'll be over soon, I don't believe him. We all wish we could anticipate the situation out there on the frontlines, but right now a thick cloud of uncertainty hangs over our heads. In this horrid cellar.
All we can do is hope. Hope for this horrible war to pass.
—Etta
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The Sound of Silence
Historical Fiction"God had given us a miracle, and I wasn't sure there would be one next." Winter 1942, one of the coldest years in history. Hans Steiner, a man of his late thirties, looks through the iron fence, through the hollow eyes that follow him, and to the as...
