The hiding-place was ended in the first lights of daybreak. It was a bad daybreak of September, wet of rain; pines floated in the fog, look didn't arrive up to the sky. For month, they worked secretly at night: the Germans ventured hardly out of roads after dusk, but, of day, their patrols often explored the forest, in search of the rare supporters whom hunger or despair hadn't forced yet to leave struggle. The hole was three metres deep, four of the breadth...

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