The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 13:17:58 -

The wind howled through the skeletal pines of the Appalachian ridge, a sound like static on a broken radio. I gripped the stock of my service rifle, the wood cold and slick with morning dew. Beside me, Elias walked. He did not speak. He did not look at me. We were six miles from the base, deep in the timber line where the cellular signal died and the world returned to its raw, unmediated...

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