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Prologue: The Origin of Medusa Gorgon
A train can be heard rolling to a halt at a camp in Germany, the door of a weathered cattle car as a German soldier steps into frame wearing that familiar gray of the all-too familiar era. He throws the door to reveal a mass of huddled and frightened people inside. The words are not necessary. The language is not ours and from the car, exit men, women and children, herded off the train like cattle toward a large open yard.There they huddle until the Germans begin to shout and shove through the mob. A while later, the mob is looking upon rows and rows of fences topped with barbed wire all designed to create a separator for the thousands of ...
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Kiss from Nazi
January 8, 2007 . Norway. Øksjord . War German - Russian on the northern front . The Russian army under the command of General Ms. Zari . The German army under the supervision of SS-Oberst-Gruppenführer Frankie Walker . The young girl was ordered to attack a secret Russian military base on the mountainous terrain . But Stalin guessed what their intentions so he sent his troops there to defend the bunker. The fight went on for 3 days already . There could be seen who wins when the two armies were so good that none of them could win. Every few moments you could hear the explosions of bombs , grenades and shots from guns . However, the Russia...
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Emelda chapitre 3
Il faisait nuit noire ici. Je sus quil me fallait bouger si je ne voulais pas mourir gelée. Après deux heures de marche lente et ardue à cause du vent et du froid, japerçus des ruines de ce qui avait dû être une immense et magnifique forteresse. Je me félicitai, bien que glacée jusquaux os, davoir pris mes gants, mon écharpe, plus gros pull et mon manteau le plus chaud. Je me dépêchais tant bien que mal, de me cacher prêt dun mur. Il était encore assez haut et épais pour me protéger du vent et des flocons se collant à moi, me faisant ressembler à un grand bonhomme de neige.
Je navais pas de quoi faire un feu, et me voyait difficileme...
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