The Wall Beyond the Dawn
The fog came down the valley like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and wet stone. Thomas Blackwood stood at the edge of it and looked at the wall. It had been there seven years now, though no one called it that anymore. It was the Quarantine Barrier. It was the Great Separation. It was the thing that divided the living from the dying, the clean from the infected, the...
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