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Glory came to an abrupt stop at the edge of a small clearing. Somehow she’d gotten turned around in the dark. Little fingers and hands poked through the barred window of a small metal box, well small for over a dozen children. That window and a slot at the base of the door provided the only ventilation. In the summer, something like that would have been hellish. Even at this time of year with relatively cool temperatures, it must have been as bad as any concentration camp. Some of the children had been missing for weeks.

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