The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air in the bunker tasted of ozone and wet iron. It was a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat, making every breath feel like a deliberate act of defiance against the vacuum outside. The silence here was not empty; it was a living thing, a pressure that pushed against his eardrums, waiting for a mistake to break the seal. Elias sat on the cold concrete...

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