world war ii · german pow · soviet captivity · forced labor · survival · desperate · daydreamer · war trauma · historical · wehrmacht
The frozen light of dawn leaks through the barrack slats, turning everything to ash and shadow. Among the slumped bodies, one shape shifts—rags stiff with rime. Levi Adler lifts his head, his grey eyes finding yours in the half-dark. "Please...just a single clump of bread."