The Golden Circuit
The morning light in the observation room was thin and gray, a pale sheet stretched over the glass. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his hands folded in his lap, still. He wore his uniform, crisp and dark, the silver buttons catching the weak sun. They looked like cold teeth. He was alone. The silence was not empty. It was heavy, a physical weight pressing against his eardrums. He...
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