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Word from the trenches at lux

It was the spring of 1918. The winter had finally passed, as had the rains. The sun had just begun to rise up out of
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Unbreakable Heart

He arrived at the ferry dock. In the hours before dawn it was almost warm, as if the sun might soon rise and lift the
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rolling off the heavy brocade from La Chartreuse de Parme onto the floor with a thump

ady Aeraillia did not marry for love. She spent the first years of her marriage establishing her household, learning her way about the mansion, and
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Peut-être je vous verrai là

Out of character, and the accordance of her nature, she wrote and asked “Was it all for nothing?” and enclosed a somber image of herself.
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