The long line of downtrodden dwindled to a pinpoint on the smoky horizon.
A girl and her father stood watching.
The soot smudged, tear streaked face turned.
"Will it ever end, Papa?"
"Only for the brave, Mishka. Only for the brave."
The long line of downtrodden dwindled to a pinpoint on the smoky horizon.
A girl and her father stood watching.
The soot smudged, tear streaked face turned.
"Will it ever end, Papa?"
"Only for the brave, Mishka. Only for the brave."
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