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In her place stood a young southern gentleman, pale and trembling with illness, preparing for…
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After a moment, the officer turned back to Ellen. You have documentation for him? The…
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But Wilmington would prove different. Not because of officials or checkpoints, but because of a…
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Just one servant seems light. It was the same observation the woman in Wilmington had…
July 20th, 1944. Hours after German officers nearly succeeded in assassinating Adolf Hitler at his…
Ellen produced the paper with her left hand, the right still cradled in its sling.…
And when that happened, there would be no helpful stranger to intervene. No convenient excuse…
The sick young gentleman was now part of the scenery, too pathetic to be interesting.…
The station loomed ahead, its platform lit by gas lamps that cast long shadows across…
This was why their former enslavers never stopped hunting them. This was why slave catchers…