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They dragged her into the dank forest, foul water and mud clinging to her.
“You still believe that advocating for genocide is a matter of context?”
“There’s a difference between allowing hateful speech and advocating for the act of genocide.” She remained smug even as a prisoner.
He sneered. “There is no redemption for you. For the rest of your life, each night there is only the dream. Step beyond those trees. Tonight, you are Jüdin. The next, Nazi. Go.”
The woman slogged through the mud trembling with cold. There was a clearing beyond the trees and a sign. Auschwitz.

