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When the war was declared, she cursed the God who had shoved her into a girl's body, and swore only to worship her country from that day forward.
She joined the women's auxiliary as a field nurse, the closest she could get to a gun.
When they asked for volunteers for a special unit to serve the Fuhrer for eternity, she was the first.
They imprinted the ink into her skin with a hammer and a needle, magic lines tracing their way slowly across her back and legs. As they started on her face, she whispered the litany of her new faith:
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Deutschland.
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Uber.
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Alles.