The Distant Nightmare
"Check the perimeter, Thomas," the Captain said. His voice was thin, stretched by the wind that howled through the pines. Thomas checked the perimeter. He always did. It was his duty. It was his life. The camp was small. Three tents. One fire. The snow was deep, white and blinding, burying the world in silence. It was the old days, the days before the maps were drawn, when the forest was a...
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