The Faded River
The sky did not fall; it dissolved. It peeled away from the horizon in long, translucent strips, revealing not the void, but a static, humming grid of light that pulsed with a rhythm indistinguishable from a human heartbeat. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the tactical operations center, his coffee cup frozen in mid-air, the liquid surface trembling in concentric ripples that...
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