"There are eddies in the slipstream of time and refugees among us, borne on desperate currents." –John Roberts
Van Meer stood still, staring at a strand of wire stretched hip-high across his path. He stared intently for a long while. Morning dew settled on his shirt and chilled his shoulders, gathered in his beard and sparkled like jewels in the sun's first rays. He stared, as thoroughly unmoving as . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff