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... y by the murmur of wind passing hrough pine branches.
In a forgotten valley, hidden between rolling hills and thick forest, a small camp of refugees endured.
The remnants of burnt towns, wounded soldiers, and displaced families found their way here.
No signs marked the trail.
No soldiers patrolled these woods.
It was the kind of place the war had not found yet.
The camp had no name.
Just a few tents stitched from blankets, an old chapel col ...
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