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That fateful Sunday evening, The sirens sounded. Everyone was hurrying to shelter.
The brilliant flares were hanging over our City Everything is lit up like daylight.
Is this it?

Is it our turn, like Coventry? Incendiaries falling, it’s the real thing. This is going to be It.

Fire fighters and Emergency Services approach the flaming Castle Street as our town becomes an inferno.

Bombs shatter any doubts we may have and the blast fills the air with choking dust and dread.

We are not the only ones concerned for our lives.

There is movement among the cracks and crannies of the cellars and storerooms of our old town.

Escape! Then from a trickle to a flood the families of rats appear from Castle Street and swarm down Tower Hill — out of sight.

My question - Where did the rats go?

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