The Wistful Witness

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The dream was a field of ash. It stretched out, white and silent, under a sky that had forgotten the sun. In the center stood a fence. Not a high wall, but a low, jagged thing of twisted wire and broken wood. It marked a line. A boundary. Beyond it, the grass grew green and wet, alive with a sound like breathing. Before it, the dust lay still. Major Elias Thorne woke with his hand on his...

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