The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The chopper banked hard over the tree line, the rotor wash flattening the ferns and kicking up a cloud of red dust that smelled of iron and dried blood. Lieutenant Elias Thorne gripped the gunwale of the open door, his knuckles white against the cold metal, watching the landscape of the Appalachian foothills blur into a smear of green and brown below. He was not looking for a man. He was...

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