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The tracks, however, had been taken out, possibly to be melted down for war materials. During the Second World War this place had been opened up for use as an air-raid shelter.
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'What do you see?' Dr Joyce asks. I peer forward, as if asked to admire the detail brushwork on some famous painting. 'Doctor,' I say, 'I see a fucking great bridge.
But another twinge from her back told her in no uncertain terms that she'd made the right decision. She turned and walked slowly back to her bunk, hoping all her other decisions had been right.
