The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog in the borderlands did not rise so much as it breathed, a grey exhalation that swallowed the wire and the stone markers with equal indifference, leaving Elias Thorne standing alone in a world that had shrunk to the width of his rifle’s stock. He was thirty-four, a man whose face had been carved by twenty years of solitary duty, his eyes fixed on the distortion in the air to his left, a...

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