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The convoy of three armored transports moved slowly through the dense, ancient forest that swallowed the modern highway whole, the engines humming a low, steady drone that seemed to vibrate against the bones of the men inside. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the lead vehicle, his hands resting loosely on his knees, watching the grey mist weave through the black pines as if the trees were breathing, a...
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