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But then he scrolled further. To the photographs of the camps. The faces—not soldiers, but skeletons with eyes. Children. Mothers. The things he hadn't known about until after, when the newsreels played in the cinemas and people had walked out silent, clutching their coats. The cursor blinked on the old laptop screen