The Wistful Voyage

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The air in the subterranean command center of Fort Hale smelled of stale coffee and ozone. It was a sterile scent, devoid of earth or wind, a smell that had seeped into the fibers of Major Elias Thorne’s uniform over the last six months. He stood before the central console, his hands resting on the cool steel surface, watching the telemetry data scroll across the monolithic screen. The numbers...

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