Prologue · 1946

Berlin is no longer a city. It is the exposed skeleton of Europe, hollowed by war and abandoned by its former grandeur. The buildings still stand, but they do not live. They rise like fractured monuments, their walls stripped bare, their façades collapsed inward, their windows reduced to jagged, gaping wounds. Streets that once carried life now form corridors of rubble, choked with dust and silence, some still sealed off by unexploded ordnance that sleeps beneath the debris like buried teeth.

She lay within, untouched by the ruin of the world. The pink dress was radiant against the gloom, her hair falling in a pale, perfect halo. Her face was serene; she did not look abandoned. She looked anointed.

When he opened his eyes, the rain still fell. Nothing had been lifted. He was only a silhouette against the dim light, already complicit in something that did not belong to grief, or chance, or forgiveness. Inside the warehouse, the girl in the pink dress lay untouched, preserved not by mercy but by design.

She was not a victim. She was a message.

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The letter had come that morning, the one she had feared, the one she had prayed never to see.

Barbara sat at the kitchen table, the envelope trembling between her fingers, its edges sharp against her skin. The War Office’s insignia stood stark against the crisp paper, authoritative and unyielding, demanding attention even as her vision blurred from the weight of her tears. She had read the words too many times, until they no longer felt like words, just inked wounds pressed into parchment.

Missing in Action.

The phrase burned itself into her mind, settling like lead in her chest. It was different from killed in action, but it was no comfort. It offered neither closure nor hope, only a cruel, hollow uncertainty. It meant there was no grave to mourn, no finality to grasp, just silence where Andrew should have been.

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