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“And I have named him Thor, for the God of Thunder.” Annemarie burst out laughing. She
“They took my bread, eh?” he said. “I hope they choke on it.”
“You will, little one. You saved her life, after all. Someday you will find her again. Someday the war will end,” Uncle Henrik said. “All wars do.
The war ended almost two long years later. Annemarie was twelve.
