![t + 0: 1944 t + 0: 1944](https://bookanista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/V2_feature.jpg)
t + 0: 1944
The light is grey and sullen; a smoulder, a flare choking on the soot of its own burning, and leaking only a little of its power into the visible spectrum. The rest is heat and motion. But for now the burn-line still creeps inside the warhead’s casing. It is a thread-wide front of change propagating...