
Part 1 The attic of the Hartwell house smelled like old cedar, mouse droppings, and the sweet, stale rot of papers that had spent too…

Part 1 The rain began before dawn and did not stop. By midmorning it had settled over Newport like a gray intention, drumming steadily against…

Part 1 On a gray October afternoon, with rain needling against the tall windows of Sayles Hall and the city of Providence fading into a…

Part 1 The photograph was no bigger than Rebecca Walsh’s hand, mounted on warped cream card stock and gone the color of old tea. It…

Part One On the night the prisoner came to Cumberland County Jail, the harbor wind blew hard enough to make the old building complain. Granite…

Part 1 In the spring of 1993, before the first article ran and before the phones at the Department of Energy began ringing hard enough…

Part 1 On the morning of December 1, 1945, the courtyard at Aversa was all mud, cold breath, and waiting. Winter had not fully settled…

The Eleven Kilometers Part One By the last week of December 1944, the Ardennes no longer resembled a battlefield so much as a machine for…

Part 1 By the middle of May 1945, Europe had entered that strange interval when the guns were quieter but the evil had not yet…

The Hand Eisenhower Would Not Take Part One Rain had been falling over Reims since morning, not hard enough to cleanse anything, only enough to…





