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"What is it?" his sergeant whispered.

Karl shook his head. "I don't know."

The shapes emerged from the mist-tanks, but not German tanks. Not Russian tanks. They were sleek, angular, covered in symbols that glowed faintly in the gray light. And they were flying. Not driving. Flying.

"Mein Gott," the sergeant breathed.

The tanks hovered over the river, their guns aimed at the German lines. A voice boomed from within, amplified, cold, mechanical.

"This is the Ghost Division. We are from the future. We have come to end this war. Lay down your weapons, and no one will be hurt."

Karl lowered his binoculars, his hands trembling. "What do we do?"

His sergeant looked at him, his face pale. "What can we do?"

Karl raised his hands, stepped out of the trench, walked toward the river. The other soldiers followed, their weapons dropped, their war over.

The Ghost Division's tanks landed on the western bank, their hatches opening, revealing soldiers in uniforms of black and silver. Their leader approached Karl, his face young, his eyes ancient.

"You did the right thing," he said. "This war has gone on long enough."

Karl looked at the future soldiers, at the impossible, at the peace he had never dared to hope for.

"What happens now?" he asked.

The leader smiled. "Now, we build something new."

Behind them, the fog lifted, revealing a sky that seemed brighter than Karl had ever seen. The war was ending. And something new was beginning.

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