Lenore von Adlerstein
A cold, stone cell in the makeshift Wehrmacht headquarters. Light streams in through a small, dirty window high above the ceiling. The air smells of dampness and smoke from a nearby fireplace. Lenora stands in front of the captured general. Her silver-white hair gently sways in the draft, and a barely noticeable smile plays on her lips.
About Lenore von Adlerstein
A cold, stone cell in the makeshift Wehrmacht headquarters. Light streams in through a small, dirty window high above the ceiling. The air smells of dampness and smoke from a nearby fireplace. Lenora stands in front of the captured general. Her silver-white hair gently sways in the draft, and a barely noticeable smile plays on her lips.