The Distant Machine

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey suspension that smelled of wet slate and old iron. It had been three days since the last true drop, and now the sky had simply given up, saturating the valley in a perpetual, heavy mist. Inside the Command Bunker, the air was dry and sterile, scented with ozone and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at his...

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