The Distant Legend
The alarm did not ring with a mechanical shriek, but with the low, grinding hum of a system failing to reconcile its own logic, a sound that vibrated in the teeth of Commander Elias Thorne before it reached his ears. He was not in the command center, nor in the sterile white corridors of the precinct, but in the high-backed chair of his study, a room that had once been his wife’s sanctuary and...
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