The Faded Root
The bone in my left arm had been singing for three days. A low, tectonic hum that started in the marrow and radiated out to the skin, a frequency only I could hear but which everyone in the war room seemed to feel as a sudden, oppressive drop in barometric pressure. I was Major Elias Thorne, a man who had spent twenty years learning to silence his body, to make flesh a neutral vessel for the...
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