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... d in the woods.
The cold weather and dampness in the woods torment them to the point of agony, but not a single one utters a sound.
Silent and enduring, like a pile of corpses.
Only a few small fires were lit in certain spots, and these small fires were surrounded by children, the injured, and the elderly, making sure not a single bit of light or warmth was leaked out.
The refugees are gaunt, their facial bones protruding due to malnutrition.
Though their ...
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