The Faded Frontier
The rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the observation post with a rhythmic, metallic violence that felt less like weather and more like the universe trying to strip the flesh from the bone. Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his shoulder against the cold, damp wall, the impact vibrating through his uniform and settling deep in the marrow of his spine. The room was a claustrophobic box...
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