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Crisscrossing metal spikes covered the field for as far as the eye could see. They menaced, conveyed danger, shouted to all "Keep Out!" Those who buried those spikes should have imagined the decades of decades that would pass, but they didn't. They underestimated the effect of weather and flora. The ten inch diameter spikes eventually bent, fell, were torn apart by the relentlessness of time. Eventually, the seemingly endless field seemed like just another field. The carefully crafted warning decayed while the threat, under the soil, still threatened.