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Birkenau simmered in the July sun like some hideous brew, a witch’s potion of blood, sweat, smoke, and excrement worthy of something the weird sisters might have cooked up in Macbeth.
Birkenau simmered in the July sun like some hideous brew, a witch’s potion of blood, sweat, smoke, and excrement worthy of something the weird sisters might have cooked up in Macbeth.
