The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The helicopter banked hard, the rotor wash shredding the silence of the valley below into a thousand screaming ribbons of white dust. Elias Thorne gripped the metal railing, his knuckles bleached white not by fear, but by the sheer, crushing weight of the cold air that was beginning to settle in his lungs. He was a man built for order, for the rigid architecture of command, yet here he was,...

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