I stared at the pool of deceased people that were in pile for them to burn...
I felt nothing even though my family was in the burning pile now ashes I felt like nothing but a failure ....
And then someone grabbed my hair and started pulling me...
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The Whistling Death
Historical FictionA family driven out to the streets that are facing difficulties because of the World War II Will they be able to survive the harsh cruelty of the world or will they succumb to it and fall?
