To Follow the Light- The Untold Story
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Ongoing, First published Mar 26, 2015
Crippled streets.
A silent whisper.
Broken beams of light.
Her eyes saw it all. The despair; the brokenness of her world. With only her father's hand shielding it all from her.

The year is 1948, rubble and collapsed houses littering the streets of Northern France. Marietta, struck with amnesia, remembers nothing from the war. Not her identity, not her experiences, not her family. All she sees is the present, overcome with a cloud of darkness as France slowly struggles to rebuild everything it had before.

When her curious mind leads her to the attic, her life is changed in an instant. A broken beam of light reveals a box, filled with photographs. Photographs of her past, of her family, of memories that she can't remember. Slowly the truth begins to trickle out, Marietta slowly crushed with it. As she struggles to find who she really is, and to grasp everything that has happened to her, Marietta begins to find a light. A light that she must learn to follow.

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