The Distant Journey

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The rain hammered the roof of the intake bay like a thousand angry fingers. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, old coffee, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the counter, his badge gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He was a small man, precise in his movements, his uniform pressed so tight it seemed to hold his ribs in place. He was not a hero. He was a...

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