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spoke with her? It made me angry. With each day that passed the threat mounted. Had they made the discovery in Königsberg yet? I couldn’t let a pretty girl sidetrack me.
    The barn was still dark, hollow with the emptiness of the displaced people it housed. My wristwatch said it was approaching 4:00 a.m. I pulled myself to a sitting position, gritting my teeth to fight the pain. My pack was untouched, my papers still beneath me. I returned the documents to my jacket and got to my feet.
    I took a couple of steps toward the barn door and the blind girl sat up, her milky eyes blinking. The nurse slept next to her, her suitcase open, pretty brown hair scalloped around her face. What did she say her name was? No, it didn’t matter. She was ugly. That’s what I told myself.
    I knelt and rummaged through the nurse’s suitcase. The blind girl’s nose rose toward the roof. She rotated her head and stared straight at me. What could she see? Were her eyes frosted over like an icy window, allowing light and dark to filter through? Or was her world curtained black? My hands silently sifted through the nurse’s belongings. What was I doing? Thisgirl had possibly saved me, saved me for a single drag of a cigarette. I told myself it wasn’t stealing. It was protection.
    I sorted through clothes, a medical book, the fork she had eaten the potato with, and then I pulled out something unexpected. I looked at the nurse’s loose brown curls for a moment, slipped the item into my jacket pocket, and left.
    There were Russians in the woods. I knew that already. Most likely scouts or drifters who had been separated from their unit. I could handle one soldier. But how long before full troops swarmed the area? Originally, I’d had two weeks to get to the port. That was the plan. I’d get on a ship, sail to the West, and the mission would be accomplished. Once outside the barn, I reorganized my pack. I saw the letter with my identity card and couldn’t brush it from my mind.
    Dr. Lange.
    Dr. Lange was the director of the museum in Königsberg. He had hired me as a restoration apprentice, trained me, even sent me to the best school. I looked up to him and wrote detailed letters from the institute, sharing all of my thoughts on art and philosophy. Dr. Lange claimed I was brilliant. He said that my talents would provide Germany with a great service, one that would bring the Führer’s dream of a national art museum in his hometown of Linz to fruition. Then Dr. Lange introduced me to Gauleiter Erich Koch. Koch was the leader of the regional branch of the Nazi Party.
    He was also a monster.
    When the belted crates of art started arriving at the museum, Dr. Lange’s enthusiasm was infectious. Some pieces made himweep. At times, I had to steady him as a new addition was unveiled. He would put me to work immediately when each crate arrived. Sometimes I’d work through the night on a restoration so Dr. Lange could report to Koch the very next day. I went without sleep, without eating, even missed my father’s birthday to complete the tasks and please Dr. Lange. “We make a great team, don’t we, Florian?” he would say, grinning.
    One morning Dr. Lange sent me searching for a roll of misplaced twine. While looking, I found all of my letters to him from the institute, carelessly thrown in a bottom drawer with ink and supplies. My letters were unopened. He hadn’t even cared enough to read them.
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    A voice rose behind me in the dark, pulling me from my thoughts. I grasped my pistol and reeled around.
    â€œWait. Please!”
    The Polish girl, pink and out of breath, ran toward me in the snow.

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    I could not trust the people in the barn. The giant woman recoiled when she learned I was Polish, so I willed my legs to move faster, telling myself that once I told the knight my story, he would understand. He would know what I had done for his country. He