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Delia’s war is not glory. Delia’s war is carrying a child through a city that wants her dead.” “Lin is gone. Not dead—I don’t think. Taken. A Bloc patrol kicked in our hideout door at 4 AM. They wanted the radio. Lin threw it out the window before they could grab it. Smashed on the pavement. But they didn’t know that.

Tonight we are eating real rice. Someone found a sack in a collapsed warehouse. I am crying again. But this time it’s different.” “The war isn’t over. But the Blocs are retreating. I saw their columns pulling back this morning. Lin climbed a water tower and waved a red scarf. No one shot at her. a record of delia's war

Before the war, I returned library books a day late and felt guilt for a week. Now I’ve taken a life—not directly, but I helped Lin drag a wounded Bloc deserter into a sewer. He died there. Infection. I held his hand. He said his mother’s name. ‘Maria.’ Delia’s war is not glory

I started this record to survive. Now I think I finish it to remember. Not just the horror—but the fact that a librarian and a fourteen-year-old girl with a spoon outlasted an army. Lin threw it out the window before they could grab it