Mirah's Redemption

By J. Loren McCallum

"Mirah's Redemption" intricately weaves the tale of an American woman who harbors deep-seated anti-Semitic views. Set against the dark backdrop of pre-World War Two Austria, her life takes an unexpected turn when she finds herself caught in the whirlwind of the infamous Kristallnacht and is deported to a Nazi concentration camp. Her only ray of hope emerges in the form of a young Jewish man who risks everything to facilitate her escape.

This gripping narrative traces Mirah's path to redemption as she pledges to liberate the camp someday. After rigorous training in the clandestine Office of Strategic Services, she navigates her way through tremendous adversity, committed to repaying the profound debt she owes to her Jewish savior and washing away the sins of her past.

A powerful exploration of transformation, resilience, and redemption, "Mirah's Redemption" paints a vivid picture of the grim realities of war and the unexpected alliances that form in its wake. This is a story that probes the depths of human nature and the capacity for change, even in the most hardened hearts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jul 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798350914269

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Mirah’s Redemption, The Transcendents Series, 2023 by J. Loren McCallum Books, LLC. All rights reserved under international and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system in any form, or by any means, whether mechanical or electronic, without the express written permission of the author.

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ISBN: 979-8-35091-426-9

MIRAH’S

REDEMPTION

As the young woman entered the man’s hospital room, he politely asked her to extinguish the lights and close the thick garish-looking muslin curtains adorned with the bright array of hyacinth flowers—ashamed as he was to have his predictable emotions on display as much as he was the physical manifestation of the illness which had mysteriously wracked his body for the past twenty-two years.

The visitor was arrestingly beautiful. The true embodiment of verve and loveliness: vibrant, fair-haired and light-eyed, taller than average, with a beguilingly sexual frame which featured broad hips, a thin waist, full breasts, a sensual neckline, all demurely supported by the wiry-muscular body of a world-class athlete.

Her genetically-imbued sexuality served as the perfect natural cover for the years of physical development rendered through callous suffering and rigorous endeavor—she was the quintessential wolf in sheep’s clothing. Just as she’d been intended from birth.

That time period— the 22 years of the invalid’s suffering—coincided with the woman’s lifespan; nearly to the day of her birth as it turned out. And whereas the old man was otherwise confident in the illness’ genesis; an origin shared with that of the beguiling visitor who hovered in an almost motherly fashion over his hospital bed—never for a day, not even a conscious moment, did he regret her being thrust into his life.

The end of his story dovetailed with the true beginning of hers, and for all in his life that he regretted, the old man was proud of the role he’d played in rearing her and preparing her for the arduous journey she was about to embark upon.

The man entreated her to sit in one of the molded plastic chairs arrayed about the room and intended for visitors. Hideously lime green colored affairs intended for family, friends, and whomever else ventured to call upon the terminally-infirmed.

In this section of the hospital, the in-patients rarely survived to see the outside world again. The highly-sanitized polish of the of the pristine white linoleum tiled floor, and eggshell-hued luminance of the room’s wall paint stood in stark relief to the darkness each occupant faced. The brightness almost laughing willfully in the face of the suffering of every man, woman, and child whom fate had brought to this place where lives came to an end.

The man asked her if she’d located the envelope he’d been guarding for the past generation and she replied in the affirmative, retrieving it from her purse and offering it to him. No, they were for her; but he would ask her to wait until he’d had the chance to tell her a story he’d been shepherding as dutifully as the envelope.

A long time ago he’d swore to protect it until the time was right for its information to be conveyed to its designated and rightful recipient. That time had finally come, and he would ask her to not interrupt. For him the hour was late; it was minutes to midnight with his energy fleeting, his life rapidly coming to an end—and it would take all he had in him to tell the story.

The visitor pulled her chair closer to his bedside, took his hand in hers and nodded, eyes misting noticeably, as she settled down. Then the old man took a labored breath, smiled weakly, and with mixed emotions began to fulfill what he knew to be the final act of his life.

There once was a girl, he began—17 or perhaps 18 in 1938—who had the world at her feet. She was born into a well-to-do family with two loving parents who doted upon her from the day of her birth and would refuse her nothing. The girl was incomparably lovely in appearance—sandy-golden hair that ran to her waist and reflected the sunlight, steely-blue eyes which produced a piercing and unforgettable gaze, and bronzed skin—evidencing the copious amount of time she spent outdoors in athletic pursuits.

Mirah was taller than most of her female peers, inheriting that