Burning Camp Descriptive Writing

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He hesitates, looks at me, but turns to throw the bucket onto the Ego. His face with an expression only driven by one thing. Hatred.
I close my eyes, I hear a splash and a hiss, but no scream, I open my eyes; Balaké stands still, the throw is partially complete. The chemicals pour into the ground around Balaké, turning the grass brown almost instantaneously. Everyone looks at him confused, being me, I search his mind.
He saw War, Nazis, the Jews, the torture that they faced. But the thing that stood out most was the burning chamber, the poor Jews who've never done anything wrong were gassed, poisoned, burned to ashes. The air turned to smog, the smell of death floated around the camp for days, turning everyone foul. The torture was

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