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On the morning of June 15th, Guy Burckhardt woke up screaming out of a
dream.
It was more real than any dream he had ever had in his life. He could
still hear and feel the sharp, ripping-metal explosion, the violent
heave that had tossed him furiously out of bed, the searing wave of
heat.
He sat up convulsively and stared, not believing what he saw, at the
quiet room and the bright sunlight coming in the window.