The Wistful Campus
The radio crackled in your ear, a static hiss that sounded like the grinding of tectonic plates, and then the voice of Major Halloway cut through the noise, steady and cold as a scalpel. He told you to drop the weapon. He told you to look at the man on the ground. He did not ask if you were alive. He did not ask if you could breathe. He simply instructed you, as if you were a malfunctioning...
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