1944, Berlin
Glory is long gone, and if anything can be found, it should be Allied bombers and bullet casings.
Someone needs to wake them up from this dream. More people need to stop this.
A letter was delivered to Prince Albrecht Street, a chess piece fell on the chess board, and the name of this chess game was
"Operation Valkyrie"
Short story/no cp/pure history to plot flow/BE
Intention: a desperate move of human nature and faith
