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Getting to the End

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I was too tired and weak to bother protesting anymore. Long had it been since the fight had left me. Now I watched as if an outsider as my limp body was shoved onto a packed train that would take us to our deaths. If we didn't die on the way first. Time passed me without meaning and the train took off with a lurch. We flew over track, and the effect of so many bodies crammed together was stifling. Perhaps we weren't humans at all, but the other species the Germans talked about and said didn't deserve the air they breathed. Were we not in fact, packed like animals on their way to the slaughterhouse? Surely a human would never be treated this way. But a distant memory tugged at me of a time when I did mean something. Before I was branded with the name 'Jew' and my former friends turned me out. A hacking cough from next to me aroused me into motion. Turning my head, the delicate bones in my neck ached. My heart grew heavy at the sight in front of me, but by now I had seen many sights far worse than the one laid out before me. She looked more like a shell of a person than anything else. Her clothes were threadbare, and her arms and legs weren't much more than sticks. Her eyes were closed, and I couldn't perceive any movement in her at all. Just another one dead, I thought, but just as I was turning my head away from her, her eyelids fluttered open. Pity overtook me, knowing these were her last few moments, and I turned back to her. "What's your name?" I asked quietly, my

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