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Glenn Tropile and his sobbing wife passed the night in the stubble of a cornfield. Neither of them slept much.
Tropile, numbed by contact with the iron chill of the field -- it would be months before the new Sun warmed the Earth enough for it to begin radiating in turn -- tossed restlessly, dreaming. He was Wolf. Let it be so, he told himself again and again. I _will_ be Wolf. I will strike back at the Citizens. I will --