the secret sons of europe

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“The East and West coasts see more ships in their harbors, sails taught like drum leather; people breeze through towns on trains with carriages packed tight with the sounds of hooves kicking the walls. Newspapers around the world are stamped with thick, black letters, the ink raising off of the thin paper as if it, too, is ready to sprint. The destination is San Diego.”

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