Elusive Story. Katrina Van Tassel. “Help! Help!  I can’t breathe!” Ludwig raced to my side.  <<Es wird dir gut gehen.>>  “You’re going to be fine.” As I awoke my eyes searched Ludwig’s eyes.  “It happened again.  When are we?” “Just where we were moments ago.” “Not where but when?” I slowly asked again. “1787.” To…

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