This story is a continuation of the stories written by the late Karen Bergstralh.

 
May, 1632
 

Sleep hadn't happened. Martin really hadn't expected it to. It had been two days since the accident. He was all too poignantly aware, however, that it might be just an event for everyone else, but for Jakob, it was his life. Everything would be changed for him. And it ate at Martin. His stomach still twisted at . . .

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