The Wistful Skyline
The sky above the concrete bunker did not break; it shattered. It was a sound less heard than felt, a high-pitched keen that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow, followed by the sudden, heavy silence of dust settling where there had been nothing but air. Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his back against the cold, damp wall of the command post, his breathing ragged and shallow. The air tasted of...
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