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    Illya never meant to cross The Wall.

    He had been luckier than most, born long after the war that had divided America, the East still green and fertile, more so now that saltwater distillation had finally been put to use; The West a barren, dusty wasteland, ravaged by the bombs and sandstorms. The canyons pits of sharp rock, the sun beating down on dirt and stone. It was said that one would go mad from heat-induced visions in the deepest parts of that godforsaken land.

    No one had been let though when it went up after the war. If you were on one side, then that’s where you were going to stay. Or that’s what his mother said, anyway. It had been before her time. The Wall was almost one hundred and thirty years old now, and it reminded Illya of the Berlin Wall, on occasion. Clearly the builders had been thinking along that line too, because The Wall stood over a mile high and was a quarter of a mile thick.

    But Illya’s doing well enough.

    Until his father angers the wrong people by doing the wrong things...

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