The Distant Temple
The helicopter banked sharply to the left, cutting through the thick, gray fog that clung to the valley floor like a wet wool blanket, and Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his forehead against the cold, vibrating acrylic window, watching the jagged spine of the Appalachian Mountains rise and fall in a rhythmic, breathing motion that felt less like geology and more like the slow, agonizing pulse of...
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