Chapter Four
Amie and I are taken from the train in the middle of the night, stuffed into the back seat of a 60’s vintage sedan and driven to a military encampment in the wilds. It could be Romania, Bulgaria, or somewhere even more remote. It is surely desolate, the terrain rough and the roads almost non-existent. After nearly an hour’s ride, we bump along a rocky driveway pulling up before the remains of what had once been a substantial, if not elegant, house. Now slipping toward decay, the exterior is as grimy as my dress and the windows are streaked with dust. There is an array of military vehicles and old sedans scattered in the yard inside the fence.
The interior of the building is not as drab as the outside, as though someone’s tried to make something nice out of this weird half
