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She had arrived too late; the damage was done. Forcing open the broken, gothic doors of the temple, she entered not into a place of worship, but a mausoleum. Hanging like unanswered prayers that had failed to escape the shattered roof and reach the heavens were the bodies of the temple-goers. They had elected to die amidst their own kin in worship, rather than be hunted like animals across the Polish countryside. For this decision, they paid the ultimate sacrifice - not of a firstborn or of a sacrificial lamb, but of their own lives, upon the very altar of freedom.

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