Pogrom

Spiros

The situation at the university has only gotten worse. Though they no longer demand a weekly list of names, it is not due to clemency; rather, they have run out of people to arrest.

Remember how we scoffed at the absurdity of the Party when it first appeared?

Now it is dangerous to even think such things.

The worst of it is that Rosa was taken. They had the audacity to come for her at her office, during business hours.

You would have been so proud of her, standing tall and straight and silent as the tomb.

Yours, Georg

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Before The Slaughter

“We’re sitting ducks down here,” Sergeant-Major kept saying. A nervous man for a soldier, but I didn’t say so. Instead, I maintained the legendary silence which had served me well throughout my career.

I raised my telescope and saw the dust-plume of a single horseman.

Sergeant-Major saw it too, and without a glass. “That’ll be Lord Leighton’s galloper, I expect,” he said unnecessarily.

I leaned in the saddle and glanced back at the column behind us, the glitter of harness and the immense cloud of dust raised by so many hooves.

Sergeant-Major may be nervous, I thought, but he’s right.

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