Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. “Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann Veronica. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. ” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. My son went down after his death.
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