President Lincoln's Secret
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Steven Wilson. President Lincoln's Secret
High Praise for Steven Wilson and His Stunning Thrillers
Also by Steven Wilson
PRESIDENT LINCOLN’S SECRET. STEVEN WILSON
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Epilogue
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President Lincoln’s Spy
“A story as vivid and engrossing as the Civil War itself.”
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The surgeon—another one, not the man who wanted to remove his arm—had told him he would have to spend some time in the hospital. “You won’t be able to use your arm for a while,” the surgeon had said. He was a major with a thick head of white hair, far too old for his position. But Fitz liked him because he was profane and blunt. They had a great deal in common. “I’ll send you up to the Armory Hospital. It’s practically within sight of the Capitol.” He examined the wound after carefully unwrapping it, and he filled the air with the curious physician’s incantations of “mmm”s before scowling at Fitz. “You’ve given some of our people a hard time, Colonel, but here’s my advice to you. Keep your damned mouth shut and do what the doctor tells you. This is a serious wound. We pulled enough lead out of it to build our own cannon. Hear me? Take your medicine and let it heal. Keep it clean. Once a day, new bandages.”
Fitz awoke with the shuddering of the car. Men groaned or screamed in pain as shattered bones bit into flesh. Open wounds twisted as the car swayed to a stop, and men cried for stewards, water, or the relief of death. They were someplace in Virginia, Fitz heard one of the stewards comment—a day’s journey from Washington. The stale air in the car stank of decay and the corruption of gangrene. Fitz turned his head toward a narrow slit in the car wall; beyond it, the full purity of summer. He saw trees fat with leaves that quaked with life in the faint breeze that teased them and carried into the car.
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