the fence. As a result, he was one of the last to make it out of the camp. Toivi and two companions set off on a nightmare journey through the dense woods. By day they rested beneath the camouflage of brush and branch; by night they fought their way through a black expanse of tree and foliage. They were driven both by youthful vigor and fear; by determination and desperation. Most significantly, they were propelled by that elusive thing they had now reclaimed: hope. What they needed and craved was
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