The gates of the camp opened. It seemed as though an even

The gates of the camp opened. It seemed as though an even darker night was waiting for us on the other side. The

📖 Elie Wiesel

🌍 American | 👨‍💼 Novelist

🎂 September 30, 1928 – ⚰️ July 2, 2016

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In Elie Wiesel's book "Night," a powerful and harrowing moment occurs when the gates of the camp are opened. As the prisoners step through the threshold, they are met not with hope, but with an overwhelming sense of dread. The darkness that greets them seems to symbolize the despair and terror they are about to face, emphasizing the grim reality of their situation.

This imagery of darkness foreshadows the suffering and...

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