The Distant Journey
The wind cuts. It is a sharp, technical incision against your face. You stand at the edge of the ridge. The drop is vertical. Below, the mist swirls like static on a broken screen. You do not look down. You look at your hands. They are steady. They are always steady. "Pack it," says the voice behind you. It is calm. It is the voice of a man who has never seen the void. Captain Elias Thorne. His...
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