By S. M. Stirling
The swap happened while an electric hurricane based over the island of Nantucket produced a dazzling white flash that rendered all digital units and fuels inoperable. What follows is the main bad international disaster within the historical past of the human race-and a dismal Age extra common and entire than might be imagined.
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