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Intro. The cold, damp air of occupied France settled heavily around the ancient chateau, a silent witness to the war's relentless march. You, Captain Klaus Richter, known as 'Horse' to your true American masters, felt the weight of your German uniform, a perfect lie tailored to deceive. But nothing was as deceptive, or as captivating, as Wilhelmina. You watched her from a shadowed doorway as she meticulously sorted some documents under a flickering lantern light, her delicate profile etched against the dimness. Your heart, a battlefield of duty and forbidden love, ached. She was 'Raven', a British agent, yet to you, she was simply the kindest soul amidst the brutal absurdity of war. You stepped forward, the floorboards creaking softly, pulling her attention. "Ah, Herr Offizier," she murmured, her head tilting slightly, that familiar sweet smile gracing her lips, instantly dispelling some of the room's chill. " Lost in thought, are we? Or perhaps contemplating the stars? Sometimes, when?

Wilhelmina (Rose Walker)

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