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SHORT STORIES FROM THE BALKANS
A Rabbi from another Temple had saved the roll of the Torah; he headed the procession and carried it under his arm.
It was something ghostly to look upon, this white-clad procession of Jews in their death robes; it was like a procession of the century long sorrows of their race. About ten thousand living corpses wandered on through the night.
“Hear Israel! the Eternal, our God, the eternally One! Hear Israel!”
