premise: A broken sigh shuddered from the depths of him . It seemed a particularly cruel timing to find himself here , with the wounds from his recent loss still so enflamed and painful . Behind him a small chime sounded , and Clark turned to see the green cylinder laying in the snow beside the imprint of where he had landed . His eyes narrowed in curiosity . This was not the Father crystal , he realized . What could this passage be ?
hypothesis: A war novel about life in WWII .