The Wistful Voyage

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The rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the bunker, a relentless drumming that masked the silence of the room. Captain Elias Thorne stood with his back to the door, his hands clasped behind his head. He was not a large man. His frame was lean, worn down by years of service in quiet posts, but his posture held the rigid tension of a bowstring pulled too tight. He was a man who had...

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