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PROLOGUE
NAME_1, Italy
Uffizi Gallery
August 3, 1944
NAME_2 was scared, but not half as scared as she should be. The world
was at war and she was in love with a German officer. She covered her ears
as another explosion rocked the building, pressing closer into the arms of
her lover, NAME_3. Had it only been a few hours? It felt like the
Germans had been bombing for days.
“NAME_1 will never be the same,” she whispered brokenly. After each
detonation, the Uffizi Gallery strained and shuddered as if struck by an
earthquake.
NAME_4 held her tighter, shielding her with his body. “It will my
darling, you’ll see.”
They planned to escape from NAME_1. NAME_4, who was no Nazi,
would desert. If captured, he’d be lined up before a firing squad. Adding to
her worries were her brothers who were partisans fighting the Nazis. She
and NAME_4 were set to flee back home to her family vineyard in the
Tuscan hills. She’d be lucky if her brothers didn’t shoot NAME_4 first and
ask questions later. Time had run out and the man she loved with her heart
and soul was prepared to risk everything for her and their unborn child.
Another round of blasts shook the building. Huddling in the long
central gallery of the Uffizi, dust and pieces of the frescoed ceiling rained
down around them.
“The ceiling! What if the building collapses?” NAME_5 couldn’t control
the panic that seized her. Blistering heat and falling debris made it
impossible to breathe.
“We’ll be fine NAME_5. The Uffizi has stood for nearly five hundred
years. It will stand for another five hundred, I’m sure.” NAME_4 kissed her
forehead. “Longer than that bastard Hitler. It makes me ashamed and sick to
be a German.” Give two different versions of responses. Please separate the responses with 6 asterisk symbols: ******.
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