The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the bunker was thick with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a stale mixture that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat as he pressed his ear against the cold, vibrating steel of the outer door, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had just broken. For three days, the perimeter had been a blur of automated turrets...

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