Man at War – Excerpt No. 92

“I live to serve my mistress,” Grace said.

“You shall be amply rewarded for your devotion.”

The wand did not change color this time. It was expected, but given the political climate brought on by the war warranted caution. As an additional precaution she wound up the turntable and placed the pin along the outer edge.

Picture of a black haired woman with green eyes wearing a slip, winding up a large phonograph sitting in the corner. Located in a ballroom under construction and mostly empty except for a few sawhorses, tables, and a large granite piece. The walls were still slats of wood running horizontally and in parallel. The workers had yet to apply plaster. Cabling protruded from openings in the walls and ceiling, none of it was connected. Several lanterns to chase away the darkness. The air was thick with smoke. Scene and clothing appropriate for 1915 Canada at night.

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