Iron Sun
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A man wakes up to a fire in his hospital ward, the fumes cause him to hallucinate and he must escape before he either goes insane or burns to death. Luckily, Spartacist Germany in 1939 has a well trained fire brigade...
...running, the room tilts like a ship rolling on a hostile sea, I see the door, the air is unkind under my robes, they're not made for the cold breeze of running. I don't have time to ponder how it can be so cold with the red rising only just behind me, but after all, this is Berlin...
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