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Foggy Haze

A Belief Realised

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Survivors were trying to climb from the pit. It was night.

—Sort those out would you? said the commander.

So the soldiers sorted the survivors out. They went at them with bayonets, then trooped onwards once the climbing had stopped. The youngest soldier, a mere child, caught glimpses of plunged metal and wet soil in the dark and was not afraid. All he believed in was freedom.

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