“The field stretches west to the horizon and the setting sun, a great emptiness. There are no trees to hide behind, no bushes or buildings, just long waving grass. In fall, the grass withers and dries and shivers in the wind. Red leaves from the wood scuttle across the openness. And then, to the east, you see it for the first time, and you understand fear. Running through this great and awful field is the Wall.“

The Wall, the latest chapter in Hope in Ruins, is out now.

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