The Wistful Skyline

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The wind did not blow; it tore. It ripped at the edges of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s flak jacket, pulling at the fabric until the threads screamed a sound only he could hear. He was pinned behind a crumbling retaining wall of white limestone, the dust of the collapse settling into the creases of his brow, gritty and cold against his skin. Across the narrow canyon, the fog was not merely weather;...

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