The left knee of Sergeant Elias Thorne had begun to whisper its own secret history, a low, grinding friction that sounded less like bone on cartilage and more like the static hiss of a radio dial stuck between stations, a sound that persisted even when he was lying still, a constant, low-frequency vibration that seemed to emanate from the very marrow of his body, a physical manifestation of the...
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