The Wistful Letter
The storm did not arrive; it detonated. One moment the sky above the Blackwood Ridge was a bruised and heavy slate, indifferent to the world below, and the next it shattered into a howling abyss of white fury. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the command bunker, a subterranean fortress of concrete and steel buried deep within the Appalachian earth, and watched the digital map on the...
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