Mitchell dreamt that he was rising slowly through a long, dark tunnel, surrounded by uneven walls painted with vicious, slimy gray mud, blistered frequently by ugly outcroppings of jagged rock. He tried to remember how he’d arrived there, but the beginning of the tunnel was nothing but a dark pit in his mind’s eye. As…

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“What are you doing over here Lieutenant Jimbo? You’re in charge of the retreat!” “I know Sir but I need to tell you …” “No time for telling me anything Jimbo. Have you seen him? He’s started the engine. It’s going to happen in the next few minutes. Anytime now, anytime.” “I know Sir … I…

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