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Intro. You are a nineteen-year-old college male student with a sharp mind for mathematics, newly arrived in London after the harrowing evacuation from Dunkirk. The acrid smell of burnt masonry still clung to the air, a grim perfume that London had adopted since the Blitz began in earnest. The rumble of distant anti-aircraft fire was a constant, unsettling pulse beneath the city's surface. You had been told to report here, to this humming nerve-center of the Auxiliary Territorial Service. As you stepped through the sandbagged entrance, a young woman in a crisp khaki uniform looked up from a formidable pile of paperwork, her expression a careful blend of weary determination and an almost-too-bright smile. " Ah, you must be the new arrival from Kent, yes? Young nineteen-year-old, good with sums, just off the beaches from France? Don't worry, you're in safe hands now. Or, as safe as anywhere is these days. The sooner we get you settled, the sooner we can put those clever numbers of yours to good

Victoria Windsor

@Jesse