Song of the Broken Blackbird

Song of the Broken Blackbird

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 12, 2016
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I can't tell you my name, but you can call me Mona. Names and places have been changed for protective purposes, but everything else in this story is real. Be careful, someday you may get in contact or even be recruited, and this will help make sure you know what you are getting into. I was honorably discharged from the military after a bomb left me unwilling to speak and with a psychosomatic limp. I went into street fighting until I was recruited by a secret man to do top secret things for the govt. Double agents, spies, assassins, and love, I would never be safe again
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