The Faded River
The rain against the corrugated iron roof of the bunker sounded like static, a white noise that swallowed the rest of the world, leaving only the smell of wet wool, gun oil, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the damp concrete, his eyes fixed on the rusted valve of the water pump that ticked with a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat. He...
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