Out of the Ashes I: Surviving the Storm

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The train slowed. My heart hammered. how can this be happening. The gates opened with  a groan. Peeking through the split wood, I willed my eyes to cut through the thick, foreboding fog. As we inched closer I could make out the word on the arch, above the gate. My blood ran cold, and my face paled. As I turned to face the car of women and children, I gathered my courage.

  "Juliana, what is it? Child speak!" My mother commanded.

  "We have arrived." I spoke much to calmly for the situation.

  "Where?!" 3 women asked simultaneously.

  "Auschwitz."

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