The Geometry of Silence (V-12: Existentialism)
The sector was designated as Zone 4. It was a landscape of grey concrete and rusted rebar, a skeletal remain of an industrial city that had forgotten its own name. There were no trees here, no birds, only the wind that carried the scent of ozone and wet ash. The Sniper did not remember his name. He remembered the weight of the rifle, the coldness of the trigger, and the precise calculation of...
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