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As if dodging the clouds, a small plane silently crested the hill and glided over the upper meadows where the grass ruffled across the field like a breeze on a lake. The deer bounding in graceful arcs disappeared into the woods.

The motor coughed and a cap of diaphanous white, too substantial to be a cloud, floated near the plane and drifted away. All was quiet except for the rustling of trees and the distant barking of a dog. When the clouds sailed on, the moon revealed the plane gliding closer in eerie silence.

She squinted to decipher its markings. German or English? The Nazis had overrun Holland, Belgium, and France, and now, in 1941, were on the verge of conquering England. The plane seemed to hover for a moment. Then upended and dove nose first into a field, bursting into flames. The explosion thundered into the night.