The Distant Affair
The alarm did not ring. It screamed, a digital shriek that tore through the heavy silence of the containment unit, vibrating in the teeth and the marrow. Commander Elias Thorne was not sleeping; he was suspended in the grey twilight of his consciousness, his body a vessel for the rhythmic, mechanical breath of the machine attached to his chest. He knew the sound before his mind registered it, a...
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