The Distant Journey
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the sky into a bruised ceiling pressing down on the sterile, humming confines of the modular command post, where the air recycler worked with a low, mechanical sigh that sounded uncomfortably like a man holding his breath, and I sat there with my back against the cold metal wall, staring at the topographic map that...
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