The Bridge of Heaven
The desert did not care about men. It had not cared for three billion years and had no intention of starting now. It lay beneath Jimmy Callahan's boots like a sea of crushed glass and red dust, stretching to horizons that curved just enough to make a man feel small in the way that the universe intended. Jimmy felt appropriately small. He had been small since the Somme, when he had been...
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