Running from ghosts.

Running from ghosts.

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Opal was born in Poland. In 1922. She was there for the German invasion and her family was executed in the middle of town. Except she survived the gunfire. She was tested on by German doctors who loved needles and hated when she complained. She was saved by a kind British doctor who got her onto a boat to England and was then killed for it. She rebelled for a couple decades with sex and drugs and rock'n'roll, then came back when the man that chose to take care of her in England, her "Poppy," got sick. Once she was left alone again after he passed away, she tried to be friends with a boy in a bookstore. She trusted him with her secret. He told it to the whole town. She left, took odd jobs here and there to keep herself going, and made it to Bristol where she's trying to start over again. Trying to leave her ghosts behind. But they always come back to haunt her. Especially in a town like this.
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