All this, while he sat in his office. The soldier felt deeply ashamed of his hesitation to read what was on the paper.  As if in repentance, he was quickly overcome by a fierce determination to keep reading.

As he retrieved the papers, he hadn’t realised how badly damaged they were. Regardless, he grabbed the most legible pieces and sat back in his chair, papers in hand.

The first thing he noticed was how different this handwriting was. Katya’s had been small and so slanted it had almost been sideways. This hand however, seemed to write much more slowly. The letters were big and round. They stood out on the page, almost begging to be read.

Do not become fearful of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; but rather be in fear of him that can destroy both soul and body. Therefore, have no fear.

Not only was this different handwriting, but it was a completely new voice. She was quoting a bible verse, Old or New Testament, he didn’t know. The soldier had never picked up a bible in his life. His mother had told him about it when he was a young boy, but he had never ventured as far as to read it. He did, however, want to read what this woman wrote.

The End

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