![]() ![]() “No talking,” the guard reminds her, shoving her into the open yard. ![]() How many of them would never again know more freedom than this? Their cells within the Hausgefängnis of the Gestapo’s Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse headquarters are so cramped that they can scarcely move, and now the prisoners spread their arms and lift their faces to the sky, like dancers, like dry autumn leaves scattered in a gust of wind. Other women clad in identical drab, shapeless garments walk slowly in pairs around the perimeter of the gravel square. The guard propels her forward into the prison yard, his grip painful and unyielding around her upper arm. ![]() The heavy iron doors open and for a moment Mildred stands motionless and blinking in the sunlight, breathless from the sudden rush of cool, fresh air caressing her face and lifting her hair. ![]()
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