The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The rain against the reinforced glass of the command center was not merely weather, but a persistent, rhythmic accusation, a drumming that seemed to know the secret architecture of the silence within the room, where the air tasted of stale coffee and the metallic tang of ozone that always preceded a breach in the veil. Lieutenant Julian Vane sat at the head of the long obsidian table, his hands...

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