Tjueandre november:

USA:

1963

It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.

Yet, even as he thought the words, Alfred couldn't deny the onslaught of grief from his people and his land, or what he'd just witnessed himself.

His Boss, President John F. Kennedy, was dead. Shot. Assassinated.

Author's notes:

39 chapters to go.

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