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"It wasn't a choice," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the dank room, "more of an instinct, really." "So that's how you survived? All those years?" "Mostly, yes. But that didn't mean I didn't care about the people I met along the way," she clarified, staring at his form in the room where the curtains were always drawn. "However, caring doesn't ensure others survive." ○○○ Eileen was left on the steps of Littlewood Orphanage, with a letter clasped in her tiny hands: ❛ destined for the greater good ❜ This letter, among other things, might have given her a most prestigious and most dangerous job. A job as a spy at the Special Operations Executive, more commonly known as the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare... Copyright © 2017 licetmihi. All Rights Reserved.
Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare
