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October 12th, 1940Found a hole in the fence today. Not just any hole- one of those gaps that doesn’t look like much until you’re already halfway through. Wasn’t even supposed to be out this way, but the patrol route got shifted after last night’s raid, and now here I am, staring at a garden that shouldn’t exist. Not just a garden. A whole greenhouse. Glass panels cracked, and inside- plants. Real ones. October 14thWent back. Couldn’t help it. Saw her this time- woman in a mud-streaked coat, kneeling in the dirt like she was arguing with it. ...
"Christ, you look like you've seen a ghost," said Sergeant Davies, nudging Thomas with an elbow that smelled of damp wool and yesterday's gin. Thomas blinked. The wrench in his hand had gone slack, his fingers numb from the predawn cold. The balloon winch yard was empty except for them and the sentry by the gate, who was stomping his boots to keep circulation going. Across the river, the first bombs of the evening raid were already falling- dull thumps that trembled through the soles of his boots like a second heartbeat. Thomas didn’t answer...
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