The Golden Echoes
The mist that rolled off the lake at dawn was not merely water vapor, but a living, breathing entity that sought to consume the geometry of the world, and it was into this dense, grey silence that Captain Elias Thorne marched with his squad of four, their boots sinking into the mud of the restricted perimeter, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay that preceded the storm, for they had...
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