The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 16:34:44 -

The air in the sector tasted of ozone and burnt copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat and settled deep in his lungs, a taste that was not unlike the iron-rich soil of the farm he had left behind three months ago, a memory that felt simultaneously like a dream and a physical wound. He stood knee-deep in the shifting, viscous mud of the Perimeter, a...

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