After Wang Meng arrived at the refugee camp, he fell silent.
He looked at this tiny patch of land, not even large enough to be considered a city block, yet it was packed with people. A single tent could hold over twenty people lying down. In these short few days, they had gone from peaceful, settled lives to days of constant fear, lacking enough food to eat and enough rest to sleep.
The worst of it was that the mountain fires had stolen their families and stripped most of them of their health.
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