Confession In The Darkness: A War World Two Historical Mystery Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

A French Resistance Leader. A Desire For Home. A Search For guidance.

London, England, 1943

French Resistance Leader Mary-Madeline Hall sits in St Paul's Cathedral. She fears returning to France. She seeks guidance.

Mary's choice determines the outcome of the war.

An enthralling, imaginative, unputdownable story guaranteed to hook readers from word one. You'll love this story!

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Also available in World War Two Historical Fiction Collection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Sep 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215899533

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

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CONFESSION IN THE DARKNESS

27th December 1943

St Paul’s Cathedral, London, England

The arid aroma of burning petrol, smoke and smouldering buildings, leaving the taste of burnt food on her tongue, gently filtered through into St Paul’s cathedral as French Resistance Leader Marie-Madeline Hall sat on one of the massive cold wooden pews in a row of them that seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the dark, almost black wood of the pews seemed like such a stunning, but stark, contrast against the gently shining gold, silver and bronze of the altar up ahead.

Marie-Madeline had been in England for a good few months now after being flown out of France at the insistence of MI6, the British Spy agency, and her own closest lieutenants, and even now she still found St Paul’s to be an impressive reminder of the power of faith in the darkest of hours.

The immense marble altar was a beautiful reminder of humanity’s ability to