Placeholder: A plume of smoke rises in the sky of Gaza City during an Israeli airstrike, Oct. 9, 2023, as Israel’s military relentlessly pounded the Palestinian territory overnight and into the day as fighting with Hamas continued. [Mahmud Hams/AFP] A plume of smoke rises in the sky of Gaza City during an Israeli airstrike, Oct. 9, 2023, as Israel’s military relentlessly pounded the Palestinian territory overnight and into the day as fighting with Hamas continued. [Mahmud Hams/AFP]

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A plume of smoke rises in the sky of Gaza City during an Israeli airstrike, Oct. 9, 2023, as Israel’s military relentlessly pounded the Palestinian territory overnight and into the day as fighting with Hamas continued. [Mahmud Hams/AFP]

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A plume of smoke rises in the sky of Gaza City during an Israeli airstrike, Oct. 9, 2023, as Israel’s military relentlessly pounded the Palestinian territory overnight and into the day as fighting with Hamas continued. [Mahmud Hams/AFP]
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