Scott MacLeod

One night I am sheltering an a hollow metal pip~ only a

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few feet in diameter, while a battle xages explodes

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hudd.le deeper into my iron shell. After a fe"r, hours, ·the-~mg±rmKxkmxE:k!lllq@·ul1:-Bparks_ana~hriglLt...JjJ.aJ':LtEL_, __ have ceased, but many ~RK great fiKRx towers

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the high smoke like so many ghosts in a mournful

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the supernatural.