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... st scene. The village was dead... but it had not burned.
The ground was split with black lines, the walls still stood, but the doors were open, the windows without glass.
The man stood at the edge of the narrow street, the pen trembling between his fingers, and he did not write as if the village itself would not allow him to breathe unless he recorded what was demanded.
He was neither a brave journalist nor a coward. He was simply the first to arrive.
He took a si ...
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