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He thought he’d awakened before dawn, though even if he’d opened the shutters over the single window to peer outside, Lukas doubted he would have recognized the time of day beneath the soot-stained sky. Now, he felt fully awake and a little disturbed by the remnants of his new dream. It differed so drastically from the repeating nightmares he’d had of the compound’s destruction before his life had been upended. He hadn’t taken the time to think of his dreams before this; they seemed so inconsequential compared to what he’d endured and what he now faced. But he realized with a sick, twisted guilt that all the nights he’d spent in his own living quarters, dreaming of death and destruction and failure, had in fact been more premonition than anxious expectation of his team’s success. The h
