They stood there, alone, and a terrible stillness came over Hans’s twitching face as he stripped his sleeves and bared his arm, pointing at the tattoo.
“You promise me now, nephew,” he said. “Promise me that for as long as there is breath in your body and you wear the uniform of a free country, you promise me that you will never allow this evil a place in the world again.”
Phillip Kolhammer had promised.
“You promise me now, nephew,” he said. “Promise me that for as long as there is breath in your body and you wear the uniform of a free country, you promise me that you will never allow this evil a place in the world again.”
Phillip Kolhammer had promised.
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