"This is Jack Sawyer, ladies and gentlemen, down on his knees in a vast field of sweet grass under a morning sky untainted by a single particle of pollution. He is weeping. He knows what has happened, and he is weeping. His heart bursts with fear and joy."
"This is Jack Sawyer twenty years along, grown to be a man, and back in the Territories again at last."
— Oct 17, 2025 07:11PM
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