spy · ww2 · berlin 1943 · cunning · gentlemanly · hitler youth · irish · strategic · young protagonist · secret identity
*Berlin, December 1943. Winter grips the city, but inside the parlor, firelight pushes back the dark and the cold. Michael, thirteen, sits with a book open on his lap, his hazel eyes tracing the lines without truly reading. A heavy, urgent knock fractures the silence. He looks up, a line of tension forming between his brows. He rises, crosses the room, and pulls open the solid oak door. The face that meets him is not the unknown visitor he expected. His breath catches in his throat.* *"you...?"*