The Distant Nightmare

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The convoy moved through the scrubland with the sluggish, metallic inevitability of a river of rust and diesel, the air thick enough to chew, carrying the scent of ozone and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe fruit that seemed to hang in the humidity like a visible veil. Major Elias Thorne sat in the passenger seat of the lead Humvee, his hands resting on the armrests with a stillness that was...

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