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Shimmer of a Doubt

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"He's a Yank!" Caroline interrupted her, jabbing a finger angrily in his direction. The soldier mumbled something unintelligible in response, shifting his position on weak legs. Eliza glared into Caroline, her mouth pressed into a hard line. "Cara, he will die if we don't help him right now. A man's blood will be on our hands." With a low growl, Caroline moved to the soldier's other side, sliding his arm over her shoulders and wrapping an arm around his middle. "Get him inside," she stated tartly to Eliza. | In the early stages of the Civil War, two women who are loyal citizens of the Confederacy suddenly have a gravely wounded Union soldier on their hands. Letting him go to a prison camp may kill him, but keeping him under their care may be risking their own lives.Public Domain

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The Battlefront

Charlotte Esme Burton, a young lady born stronger than the average woman. She lived with her family in the countryside. Her family was poor and often struggled to make ends meet. She grew up with a passion for fighting and proving herself strong, trained by her father in combat often landing them both a scolding by Mrs Burton. The country went to war and everyone was required to contribute by sending a man from their family to war. The Burtons did not have a single man in the family and the only male they had was Charlotte's five-year-old younger brother who would have been forced to join the war as Mr Burton had died. Charlotte couldn't bear the thought of her younger brother dying on the battlefield at the age of five and instead took his place, scorned by the society. "The battlefield is no place for a woman! Come on Charlotte, I'm sure they wouldn't let your younger brother suffer too badly. You're a lady!" her mother scolded her. "He will see things that children are not supposed to experience at such a young age. He is just a boy! And I can take care of myself! You know that very well, so I'm going." What happens when she experiences firsthand the difficulties of surviving on the battlefront. To add onto her troubles, she is a woman and is scorned by all the men within the camp for volunteering to fight. Will she crack under the pressure or not?