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Through the sheets of rain, she saw the beam of a flashlight sweeping the trees. A soldier’s voice rang out in Italian, shouting for the hounds.Rose pressed her back against the trunk of a tree, her breath strangled in her throat, her body trembling as she realized she wasn’t the only one in the woods.The barking grew nearer. She clamped her hand over her mouth, willing herself to be silent. Her heart hammered so loudly she swore they could hear it. She crouched lower, mud soaking her dress, the rain plastering her hair against her face.Another shout. Another flashlight. The sweep of light passed just inches from where she hid, and she thought she might faint from sheer terror. If they found her, she knew what would follow.Her only chance was to run before the dogs picked up her scent. She bolted. Branches whipped her face, thorns tore at her arms, but she didn’t care. She ran with everything in her, the road so close now she could almost see