The Forgotten Holocaust (Ben Hope, Book 10) - Plot & Excerpts
His fumbling fingers closed on the sawn end of a length of four-by-four timber. He dragged it towards him. It felt as heavy as a lead pipe to his oxygen-starved muscles, and he cried out with the effort that it took to pick the piece of wood off the floor and drive its square end straight up like a battering ram at the roof. He almost collapsed from the effort. Nothing happened. He gritted his teeth and put everything he had into a second blow. This time he felt something give. There was a crack. Splinters of broken tile fell in, grazing his head and shoulders. Suddenly, he could taste fresh air again, and the sensation gave him the strength he needed for one final upward heave. The wood drove up through the roof. Tiles cracked and tumbled down through the ragged hole that had appeared above him. Gasping, Ben let the length of timber clatter to the attic floor. Reached his hands up out of the hole and dragged himself painfully through, gulping lungfuls of blessed air.
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