Prologue

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My name is Veya. My life couldn't have been worse. Why? You may very well figure that question out yourself as you keep reading....

It all started one night in London. I wished I would have chosen differently about so many different things. But how could I have known any better? A youth, fresh from a university in America, chasing excitement, suspense, and ultimately demise.

1942. The height of the war, as my country had recently recoiled and sprung into action at the aid of the Allies. Of course, I must say that I was secretly pleased at the notion of another war. I suppose I was too eager for excitement. A foolish young adult I was, simply because of the way I treated what should be a solemn affair. To me, the availability of a journalism position in London was too tantalizing to pass up. It meant solely that I would be able to finally leave my self-deemed nowhere hometown and chase a youthful dream of world exploration.

At least, world exploration in one city in Europe.

This is my story. As painful as it is to remember, I have done my best to relay every misdemeanor of my life to you.
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