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Dresden had but one functioning hotel, and Sarah located it on her arrival the next day. One of the wings was still being reconstructed, and the proprietor of the hotel was confused when she requested a room as near to that area as possible. "Oh, the noise won't bother me." She patted her guitar case. "Anyway, I'm a musician, and I don't want to bother your other guests."

The proprietor smiled stiffly and led her to the requested room.

After settling into her room, she took to the rubble-strewn streets in search of a telegraph office. The workmen watched her as she went, and she wished she had changed into something less noticeable. Then again, her old uniform would have probably attracted just as much attention, but of a different tenor.

The telegram she...

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