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The loud knock on the door halted dinner.
For a moment we sat, each dreading the door being answered.
The second knock snapped Father out of his seat, and he rushed to answer it; allowing a third was unthinkable.
We could hear Father speaking with a man in uniform, attempting to appease him; the official was cold and distant.
Several armed men entered the house and began to search, turning over tables and pulling out drawers.
We knew what they were looking for, and each silently prayed it wasn't found; possession of a bible was considered both subversive, and treasonous.

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    Jason Mott about 4 years ago

    Thank you for the comment. I'm glad that the story spoke to you on a deeper level than simply conveying a scene.

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